The snake became a serpent

Later someone entered the garden and bashed the snake's brains in with a rock Basically everyone stood around among the long black cars in a state of shock Everything got sad, sad as a wind chime, sad as streamers, sad as a single lost sock There are many snakes, many trees, many gardens to unlock The media and its complicitous reader blew the whole thing out of all proportion The snake became a serpent and in a typical tabloid distortion the dead tree grew apples, the wasteland, paradise, God was brought in, blame apportioned The whole thing went tits up to the ceiling, a complete fuck-up, and a total abortion It's like a rap song The children let off handfuls of balloons into the sky, they huddled under the marquee The wind chime stopped, the streamers flagged, the straight sailing ships on the sea There is a tollgate now in paradise, absolutely nothing is for free What's the worst that can happen? Turning, pushing the hair from your face and smiling at me.