Some moochy moochy

 Moochy pie

  Dia De Los Muertos

   Honoring the night

  Saving the past

 For tomorrow 

  Bones and shadows

    Stark revolution

  Of nay nothing

   In the grounds

  The sticks and stones

   Skulls and bones

    Wanton gestures

     Of smiles and guile's

The bones stones

   We feast on pies 

   And fruit and drink

 And sink into

 Tomorrow's today

And say hey 

  There it is 

There it was

  There are we

 Who live 

  And die

  And live again 

In red fruit

  And orange fruit

And yellow drinks