Boil the whole pot

Until all moisture is gone

Then tell them nobody cried

Sell all the oils

Until there’s only black and white

Then tell them art has died

Clean out the attic

Except for your ghost

Then tell them a good goodbye

Rally the troops

Until their sad suicide

Then tell them they needn’t die

Grease fire the whole day ’round

Until the whole town hears alarm

Then tell them “don’t make a sound”

Boil the whole pot