On Christmas Eve The Son was born.

And more important than the corn

which in the winter turns to bread,

He is. To man The Son is head.

At Easter died The Son of Man.

The Justice off to Heaven ran.

And man and woman understood

that to the sinner that was good.

At Pentecost The Girl was born.

No longer girls were only worn.

Called consciousness, The Girl addressed

the man as stupid or as blessed.