All this air is nothing but motion and all
these weird creatures of God are bizarre :
Now they've all come together from under
that rock and I just don't know what they are.
That frog in deep green, it has wings. That
lamb has a spout for a snout. That eagle can't
fly, but neither can I , and that's something to
think about. Beneath the shell of that turtle,
there's marshmallow pie; while all four eyes
of that five-toed sloth are making a noise
like a growl. And I can just stand here
watching, because my feet are just
figures of clay, and try as I might, or
run if I can, I'd still never get away.