Puppet-man, puppet-man,
why rain on their parade...

My heart still warms
When I think of long ago...

The wisest of God's creatures
Sits at home and schemes up plots...

The wood rattled
groaned and snapped...

Green piece of glitter,
On the carpet floor...

Has anyone ever told you
that radiant eyes can kill...

O what beast
Has been born...

Bad may follow good,
but they are pieces in that...

The tick tock
tock tock...

They bother me,
All those intellectuals...

The flames tickle the notes as they
are swept up the chimney...

Cherry blossom trees
bloom for precious little time...