where we were, it’peared
That’bout a billion boxed-up things was there
all nicely tiered.
The angel said, ‘When folks on earth do any-
thing that’s small
Their souls git squizzled bit by bit; an’ when
they die, then all
The little, teenty souls that come are packed in
here, ye know,
Jes’ same’s they box tomater plants to giv’ ’em