Saline, the Salt Lake Queen
(Melora Creager)
In a prehistoric dried-up lake,
A million years after the last earthquake,
There lived a little girl who loved to bake.
The only thing she made was cake.
But all she used was salt.
That's all she had. It's not her fault.
Saline, the salt lake queen
She used a rudimental substance for
An ingredient that she could pour
Into a chalice she carved out of stone.
Her only friend, it was a big black crow
That flew with love.
He would fly high above.
Then look back at her below.
Oh Saline
Only seventeen.
Swollen up with pride.
Oh Saline
Under desert skies.
She's a bromide.
She makes green fire in a tunnel of thorns,
And she's got yellow eyes.
She cook alone amid a brutal ruin.
It's hard to tell exactly what she's doin.
An incantation, then the crow flew in.
OOO-oo-oo
And then she took a taste.
The black crow looked into her face
Saline the salt lake queen.
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