Here there’s going to be
Fresh lemon tea
And just a dash of cholera

Mourning on a Monday morning
Monday on a mourning morning
Who’s your favorite f(r)iend?

You’re so sweet to me
I often wonder how you’d taste
With special jellies
And remedied cakes
All fashioned out of clay

Windbreakers and dawn
Breaks through in the lovely night
She’s got tree bark in her underbite

In love you
In love you
In love, you
You’re into something
Onto someone new

Here we are
We crawled through the false thickets
Where your papa used to roam

Your heart’s a glass dome
And I’d swim in it
I could just melt beside it
Wouldn’t have to think of it at all

Worry warts sprang up
Made you look attracting
Bees, the swamps booked house in you
Springs the satyr and pigeon in you

And I’m not afraid of the sugary spies
White books that when weren’t read revolted
Blue books that can’t read, oh my at all
You should’ve seen the way that one looked at you

And I can’t stop squirming at the feeling
Of sand between my toes
White rafting waters and
Bluebottles we thumbed our noses at

Wish on a bone and bottle it
Come on up to my room
I’ll be leaving here soon, and I’m not afraid
To scream when I feel the need to
I’m just trying to sound funny for your sake
’Cause I thought you were afraid