Wooden legs float downstream
In the alligators dream
The owl calls the tune,
"Fly me to the moon"
The sun goes dark red
As he staggers off to bed
The snake and the mole,
Their house is their hole
Rubber trees,
Down on bended knees
Bleed rubber blood,
While the tadpoles tend their mud
Clear starry skies
Give birth to lullabies
Sleep comes down
With a silent sound