How's 'bout them holes, in the moon
When it orbits low
We can reach up to, harvest the cheese
And retrieve, all our things
Back from them
Burn the bread, throw it on down
Hit the floor with the butter side down
Heavy hands, clapping sounding out pounds
Cut the night like the thunderthigh sounds
Wolf takes our things, away he goes
No one sees, no one knows
Why he takes, the things we own
Or how they get, up in them
Don't look now, we're surrounded by clowns
Eyes, they smile, but the mouths they all frown now
Big balloons and they're laughing out loud
Eyes are black, and their noses are red and brown
We never mind, we let them go
No one cares, so it goes
It's understood, open close
All good things, end up in
The cats fall out of the trees in this town
Always land with their paws on the ground
Nowhere to run when there's blood in the hound
Ask me then but the dogs are here now
Lazy days but we'll hunker down soon
Far away like the holes in the moon
Lucky day but too fickle to try
Types of poison make 'em giggle then cry
Lazy day, sticky stumble in view
Held together till we tumble into
Cats, they land with their paws on the ground
Bread always lands with the butter side down
How's bout them holes, in the moon
When it orbits low, we can reach up to
Harvest the cheese
And retrieve, all our things
Back from them