The Garden, it's fruit, and our knowledge.

Oh, there seems to be a slight perversion 

Between the two whom we find deserving. 

One who hopes we indulge in our pleasure, 

His foil enforces in great measure. 

Who wished we remain apart from knowledge? 

While the other dare take no advantage 

Of the new, naked and helpless children, 

Unless you consider thinking barren. 

He urged we learn, the first Prometheus 

And like was punished for what he gave us 

This small gift also brought us damnation 

Only a few the Whiter will let in. 

But Prometheus welcomes all of us 

To the home his father made in disgust