7 Days

Once I was seven days old
The blood stream drove me
From the duodenum to the lungs or I’d be lonely
Once I was seven days old

It was a big, big body but we thought we were bigger
Penetrating the duodenum walls we were growing quicker
The host was smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
His immune response so strong we couldn’t make that steady figure

Once I was eleven days old
I broke out the capillary
Climbing up the respiratory tract to the pharynx
Once I was eleven days old

I always had that dream like my mommy before me
producing eggs within the small intestine
His swallowing me was what he can do for me
Cos only his antibody will ever really know me

Once I was twenty days old
My body swallowed
Through the stomach into the small intestine
Once I was twenty days old

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Soon we’ll be sixty days old
I’ll be laying eggs
Which will hatch into little bodies like me
Soon we’ll be sixty days old

Soon we’ll be sixty days old
Will I think that world is cold
Or will I have a mammal’s body to warm me
Soon we’ll be sixty days old