A walk to your former live
Poses a major thread
When you was the secret writing
On the underside of a bread
I went to the market place
There was the neighbors dog
It’s an illiterate
And I better stopped
I’m the demon of the pit
And I cannot read or write
I am enthroned to decide
If you live or die
He was dressed up with a turban
And kicked a head of a cat
Said tell me this secrets
From the underside of bread