The Urban Elf

In response to a recent plea for absurdist carrying-on I dashed this off. Kind of a Train on the lawn with cubic zirconia thing.

Down the Rabbit Hole - a pop song

She danced like a tree with stars in its hair
Spun around `til she wasn't there
Unlashed myself from the old May pole
And followed down the rabbit hole
Found a place where I could see
Jackals smoking carrot greens
Suddenly it occured to me
Why kobolds only drink ice tea
And nothing there reminded me
Of cremation or of alchemy
This is how it had to be
You see
You see

Crisco streaks across the sky
Pilot whales spit in my eye
Fear is why I used to lie
I used to lie I used to lie

He sang a song like badgers crying
I thought my body paint was drying
But then I heard it wasn't so
My snow cone was still well aglow
And no one let the sun go cold
Though paper plates had now grown old
And roosters proved to be too shallow
Though microchips still are hallowed
The fundamental trick they show
Only down the rabbit hole
This is how it had to be
You see
Are you me

Crisco streaks across the sky
Pilot whales spit in my eye
Fear is why I used to lie
I used to lie I used to lie
Grease me up into the sky
Pretty please spit in my eye
Fear is why I used to lie
I used to lie I used to lie
Crisco streaks across the sky
Pilot whales spit in my eye
Fear is why I used to lie
I used to lie I used to lie