King Herod staring at the moon
You know he wants so bad to meet you
This sage advice
Is not enough
Bring me this child
King
I ask the stars
To know for certain
The best parts
Have all come and gone
So I think
And resolve
To crawl through Bethlehem
Hardened to kill
What these three astrologists knew
To pay the messiah a visit
And then decide
To cover you
Intensifies faith
In birth charts
And comfort drawn from Saturn
So I think
Is is wise
To devise a pattern
And yes I will