Fran is faring the worst
The puppets are just puppets
And Kulkukan is a god
And a god needs worshippers!
So he regurgitates food for Fran
Once she gets over her revulsion,
She improves dramatically.

There's a sandstorm today
That drives them into the catacombs
Where sift comes down from the roof
In the beams of their lanterns
Don't try to see what's at the end of the arm
That trails like a tail from both Kukla and Ollie
Like a dim star, you can't see it directly
Only peripherally
Where it makes little sense