Seasons' Show (Oh My God Your Granddaughter's Gone)
by Kakuji Funegata
Let thy spring's cool breeze
Brings the flowers from thy summer.
Let the lunar light spot at ease
On thy autumn's golden slumber.
Let the flakes and the winter sun
Melt thy cold heart in the snow.
Let boby and soul back on the run
Before the next four-season show.
Let there be light, the schedule's tight.
Lay out the order 'cos Jesus' dear daughter
Has proven that her theory is actually right.
Eden has become God's war-time headquarter.
How can there be no reasons
When thou address seasons?