At Palmerston and Ruby Street, the city had dug a ditch
To lay a pipe to flush away the free range bison shit
The white radicals devoured to protest a colonial past
3-ply Cottonelle stuck to their ass

At Palmerston and Ruby Street, before their very eyes
They dug themselves one hell of a surprise
The bison bones the workers found were dated early Holocene
You're nothing but the bottom of some far future latrine
My little libertine

That's your universe in a nutshell
That's our universe in a nutshell my friend, so fare thee well

I see skies of blue
I see clouds of white
Bright blessed day
Dark sacred night

And you can't bring me down with your acerbic online wit
Call before you dig

The city dug that ditch
A few feet short of some game-changing petroglyphs