Say, baas, Are you the prophet? The one that goes stripped and naked, Wailing like the dragons And mourning like the owls? I do a little in that line. Micah's my name, Micah the Morashtite. Can I do anything for you? I seek God. And have you found him? I found an old man who wanted me to roast animals for him, Because he loved the smell of cooking. I found a man who wanted me to sacrifice my children on his altar. I found a man.