I've alternated my meager flock
To the shores of the Baltic Sea
The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme
Of how things should beMy cave, my house, my turning wheel
My little docking pup
The march of Colonel Forbin
And his fleet hound called McGruppThe grime of countless workdogs
Has collected in my sink
I tie my nose with spandex hose
Before I get a drinkWhile on frozen warthogs
With its poison in our minds
The ferns that spot our children
Are encased in orange rindsAll times and seasons are the reasons
That people and their clans
Have stowed the Famous Mockingbird
With glue and rubber bandsThey writhe and cry in agony
As Rutherford the Brave
Chokes Tela and the Unit Monster
Managing to saveThe spotted striper's multi-beast
And there by cheat his grave
I'd like to get his autograph
But he looks too much like Dave