Swimming like a toad, keep it low like your poison
Again and get it low and keep it like you know
You don't know
Long nosed serpent spitting fire
Haze closes in temperature gets higher
What will you do without the freedom to sing?
Fighting for its honors
Your christened blade rusts and clings
Too I hope that the cherished tone rings
Cuts the tongue off the red long nosed serpent, your king
A green moss, it brings a rough rhythm to the springs
A place where light is red
As you stumble on by, keep it low
Natures little helpers band inside
Their eyes rude, they spy on all kinds of things
The horizon carries on its protruding back a rainbow with wings
A pillar of tremendous worry that you'll never bring
The pouch your neighbor gifted you contain many things
Legs rubber and molding
It's time to break through the rough curse of tither
For the children who need truth
Hither too, you hope to find a tune
At the bottom of this eerie box of croon
And carry you past the winged rainbow and through
To the moon
Swimming like a toad, keep it low like your poison
