Lyrics: Jane Siberry. First Word.

In the beginning there was the word
And the word was sent through
A thousand different telephone lines
And became garbled and distorted
And so began the long process of sorting out

The wheat from the chaff
The milk from the whey
The truth from the lies
The night from the day

Xylem and Phloem
Flotsam and Jetsam
David and Goliath
Donner and Blitzen