On March tenth I’ll brew some cider, Out will come a living, breathing Giger. Another prodigy on this undeserving earth, Could it be an angel has touched Mary and she hath given birth. Oh know my friends I well tell you why, I found a book and inside… All the secrets of mankind. On page 1,988 it reads to make a prodigy all you need. A death rattle, walrus pubic hair, a picture of medusas stare, iguanas nail, a piece of moby’s tale, witches wart, Hitler’s little millipede, a picture of your favorite prodigy. Is worth the trouble you say. Well you tell me he has ten paintings in a museum and he made five years of age today.