Jasper Christmas

Oh lovely daughter I've mistaken for a son

Rest your head upon my shoulder at once

Tell me all the world you found troublesome

You're my particles and sweet electrons



Since you've been home

Since you've been home

See what you have, have become



Oh hungry father I have chosen

To be nourished and unspoken

Unto you I leave this talisman

Unresolved though not unbroken



Since I've been home

Since I've been home

God what have I become?



Oh, long gone

Prodigal

Where is home?

My dear heart



Oh lovely daughter place your spit on my thumb

That I may wipe that filthy grit from your tongue

Bless your enemies and my grandsons

And you're my particles and sweet electrons