If you want, I'll stop cold
Ripe figs hit the ground
The moon is cold
Come out pretty breeze
Pat your pet
Poke your pest
Lullabye and goodnight
Frightful fork
Spoons that lurk
On the table or on my elbow
Dreams are fables
Friends are able
Mood gestates
Pose will decide
In a flower there was a fairy
And the fairy said, "Three wishes"
Mother got a pool
Daddy got a horse
And I got a dress
Sailing the blue ocean...
Whooosh!
If you want, I'll stop cold
Ripe figs hit the ground
The moon is cold
Come out pretty breeze
Pat your pet
Poke your pest
Lullabye and goodnight...
Whooosh!