Tekstovi: Barry Louis Polisar. Other. Craster.

The craster, fast, though not faster
Than the brash and raspy plasterer
Met with quite a sore disaster...
Perhaps because she was not faster.
She lived on trash under the plaster
Until the day that the old master
Sent to patch the cracking plater
In his task, just cast her.
Now the moral is that every craster
Must one day, meet it's master