Manna from the sky above
Spherical I shape my love
Such an appetite does enthral
The frenzy with which I form this ball

Up the hill I push my prize
Lights affront and face behind
Never choose the easy path
For meals [bad word] too [bad word] the risk of being dung

When you see me passing by
You can't help but wonder why
I have chosen this strange feast to carry home to eat

You know, I don't really mind
The taste is [bad word] quite divine
And besides but I and my brethren
Would save this world from suffocating under all this waste
 [bad word] and light shine off my back
All the universe intact
I've the tools to shape and mould
Both consciousness and soul

As I roll this world around
An image of us all is found
Slowly turning within my grasp
I personify the sun, the place where we all came from