Eden would have been the place
To live and breathe and be
Had it not have been
For one forbidden tree
For when Eve bit into the fruit
And God looked down and saw
He scooped up a fist of mud
And made a mother-in-law
For never had there been before
Someone to fan the fire
To stir the stink and be the fink
That we know as the liar
This curse passed down through the years
As if on wings to fly
I guess like that ol' sayin' goes
They're just too mean to die
Lona Walker