Oh the gosling looked up to the goose and the gander
Said, i don’t have a feather to fly
I’m the unfortunate three of a kind

When the flood finally came, it was noah’s nameless wife
That looked out from the window as the city sank
And the rooftop children cried

When her feet hit the ground, she could still hear the sound
When her feet hit the ground, she could still hear the sound
Ringing in her ears

And it went…