Soaring and turning suspended on air
And she stared at the bucket bewildered
It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock her down
But I'd rather you took this old puppet from me
His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks
As Esther stood and shook her head the joggers were approaching
She glanced about the village sure to find the evil men
To succumb to a hoodlum on the prowl
Then he lifted the doll for the young girl to see
Floating higher over the hills
As the doll pulled her down through the eerie green deep
The waves seemed to open and swallow her whole
And she rose above the houses and the people and the chimneys
A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited till the dawn
As the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her hide
And then peel off my socks if you want to
And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
And she began to plummet earthward
Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawl
She saw the doll's eyes and she couldn't resist
The frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetch
And the puppet she'd forgotten wrapped its tiny
That flashed in his hollow eyed stare
With the earth far below them they'd tumble
And a giant smile grew on his face
The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther's leather sack
And a hush filled the chapel and the people looked mean
Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob
Through the window of the church, a storm began to rage
She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her skin
She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distance
And the sound of the laughing old man filled her ears
Till she landed in the nasty part of town
And her skirt began to billow, until finally her feet began to lift
And the lights from the rides showed a mischievous sparkle
And Esther and the doll were set adrift
Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of night
And she knew she had no choice left but to swim
Along the chilly lake that lay beside the town
And Esther knew the time had come to flee
When the morning came, she wandered through the streets
Who groveled toward her and stood by her side
And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be free
And she burst through the door with puppet held high
Naked now she made her way toward the shore
But the wind was blowing harder
And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the church
He said, "Little girl, you can chop off my legs
When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe
At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she heard a sound
Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held the puppet on her rump
And the valleys and treetops they'd flutter and glide
And he stood looking down at the innocent girl
Feeling quite outnumbered Esther hid behind
With a bucket that swung in his hand
That I hold in my pail as we speak"
And dive through the clouds
'Cause it would have been a blunder
Little arms around her ankle and wouldn't let her go
