If Cupid was a crocodile
Would he cry for me and you?
Or would his eyes
And promised lies
Be left alone to stew?

If Mars was just a rabbit
Would he weep for widespread war?
Or would he wait
With lingering hate
To open wounds still sore?

If Obama was a banana
Would we care about his skin?
Pretty fruit
Ain’t quite so cute
If it’s rotten out within.

And if God was merely mortal
Would he still demand our fear?
Or would he act
That loving fact
I always seem to hear?