Lletres: Prince. The Rainbow Children. Wedding Feast.

Brother, dear brother, I came as quickly as I could
The digital haze is broken
The banished ones are gone for good
Gone for good

Now there must be a wedding, wedding
Now there must be a feast
A feast, a feast, a smorgasbord at least
A brunch, a munch of cake if just a piece

Not just a vat of chitlins
Or turkey meat you see
We are what we eat, so we must eat a leaf
We'll dine under a tree unless it snows