The Swoon Skirt Acomplishment

Animals accomplished a lot for everyone alive so a tree will be
People accomplish nothing alive as far as I can think as far as I can think
I'm setting out today I think useless isn't (?)ought
I'm going to build a swoon skirt that's one year to get on and another to take off
Early sewing the morning together with dead wood and scrub
The waist a coat of Bread strung hardened by drying soup and blood
Buckle and leg hide belts from left over hide from graves
Talking to the grave and grass soothing the buried's last prayers, and pain
My entire set of plates and cups loudly clank ringing out
And old bird feet that drag down low touching the ground
On top of a ladder I've got to stand to fix up the chest and button
The animals astound on oak cedar heaven will sound wood trumpets
Goats are dead goats are dead goats are dead
I will stick them on get myself needle and thread

And punch holes in a ring around their cured neck
Passing the year away the best year I've ever known
This skin is a mast to which the swoon skirt I've sewn