Patti Smith freezes in the church, then frolics in the wooded birch

Dancing in a flowing cape

Across the glade to the fire, of which the sorcerers will never dire

They cast a spell, and a fireball engulfs the bell

The church was now toasty warm

So Patti wandered back

To sing with her band she found on a farm

Percy pig was on keyboards, Sally sheep on guitar in her cords

And Kathy hen sticking it to the drums

Of course Lenny Kaye was there too, sticking it to the man

Then Kraftwerk turned up in a van, with Morris and the monkeys

They rescued from vidal sassoon testing

No more super hairdoos for them

But maybe some snooker frames with Ding