When the wind blows, through the trees,
It's not a gale but a breeze.
The wind will help, with it's refrain,
Now all we need is some rain.
Rain, is the nectar, of the best.
It puts the green, in the Northwest.
In the name of the Father
and of the Son,
Religion may not be for everyone.
Do you believe in a higher being?
If you do, you must admit
at this moment, would he omit,
the lying racist from this place,
that most call the Human Race?