Icicle Icicle. Where are you going. I have a hiding place. When spring marches in. Why you keep watch for me. I hear them calling. Gonna lay down. Gonna lay down. Greeting the monster in our Easter dresses. Father says: bow your head. Like the Good Book says. Well I think The Good Book is missing some pages. Gonna lay down. Gonna lay down. And when my hand touches myself. I can finally rest my head. And when the say take of his body. I think I’ll take from mine instead. Getting Off. Getting Off. While they’re all downstairs. Singing prayers sing away. He’s in my pumpkin p.j.’s. Lay your book on my chest. Feel the word. Feel the word. Feel it. I could have. I should have. I could have flown you know. I could have. I should have. I didn’t so.