She's gone today tall nose lady She of the four far feet She's gone today square skull lady She of the crochet teeth She was a browser She was a sleeper She was a wallower In the leaves But her eyes let her down No they could not sweep the dark She relied on the birds to scatter Any sign of danger She's gone today long pipe lady She of the (six deep feet) She's gone today thick skin lady She's of the western speed And she's never been captive So we can't draw her from chains And she's never been captured From the cage we cannot save Well they ground up her bones to make a lover Ceremony of the knife Well they ground up her horns to make another Desperate form of killing time And I've never been captive So I cannot speak for chains And I've never been captured From the grave I cannot say