Man the kites. You've earned the sugar rights. It's all good cooking and drynights On the sleepscape Ahead Of majesty and boredom Comes waking up before 'em. It won't be long. Don't leave your plastic underpants Under the pillow chances are, that damned bladder fairy will break your heart.
Bedwetters be strong.
It won't be long. One at a time The Athsmatic troopers took the Phlegmatic looters by surprise by waiting for thicker skies. It won't be long. Of chilly organs, itchy fortunes you are chosen, set apart. Elevate your feet and dream of dander, satin sheets, after two o'clock think of all the liquids, all the liquids.