I'll swallow my raspberry pride
I'll sleep tight and right tonight
I'm a curious four
Made of dust bunnies and cauliflower
Adult dearest baby
Confucius is a fright in the light of his might
And it's my fault
Crowd that little daisy
Crowd the sky flight dust bologna
I'll just melt this month
That quivers my quilt
I'm melt of the month
And I'll take mine and I'll by myself in the mouth
