Little snow, little barrio Little Paul, little Muriel Little gnome, little Toad of (?) Little nose, little smilin' mouth I'm goin down I'm goin down I heard the sermon on the mound They want your guardians to bow They want your blood, and they want it now It'll go like it always goes Wind'll blow like it always blows It'll snow as it often snows Grass'll grow as it needs to grow It'll all go down It'll all go down I know what hidin's all about And what your parents disallowed They want your blood, and they want it now