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(by Fritters)
Dodging the green jello that's dripping from the moon 
And the sun is small and yellow and it's smelling up the skyBecause the world is sweaty on this day-night of June Where the hell is my banana? It's flying 'round the room And the orange rolls up nightly, it's a stupid little guy Oh my rainbow is a tricycle and rolls me 'round the world And drops me on my nose 'cause I've fallen from so high Oh your eyes they do freckle dear, why oh why oh why? Come here and kiss my elbow before it runs to France If the warts on frogs and mushrooms were using Oxy 5 Would the world be pink and rosy, if they only had a chance The paisley and the argyle sing pretty little tunes About the love of money and the ringlets from the carrots But the time it writes it's name on tiny little cupcakes It frosts them with some plaid and throws them to the ferrets 
The chalk it rolls, it's smelly too, alas, my socks do cinderBut the bloo is in the toilet and it's winking it's eye still At the pink strip-teasing trees that fly to the green jello Still dripping from the moon and tasting light of dill "Do you speak in tongues, dear, does your elbow run to France? Hey, what's your sign, baby? Do you know Marquis de Sade? Can you fly up to the moon that's dripping with green jello And fish around inside it to feed yourself on cod?" Oh, this is what the dogs say as they run from to and fro And the moon and sun do wander from the north into the south But the pigs sit on the checkers and free the knights and lads And go to Chattanooga to put things in their mouths The pencil and the pen went bowling in the sunset Because the Appalachians became a bit too small And the buildings in them wonder about the iron board Why does it smell of turpentine, why doesn't it just fall? Seconds tick and write their names on pizzas large and tiny Because the frogs all sit on chessboards and wander to the wall The keyboards only laugh confusedly and drop the black keys to T.V. But cheese graters all stare blankly at the fireworks in the hall Venetian blinds sing to Venetia, she's a tiny little god And the world is a brick building with Venetia on a rafter 
She cocks her head, she cocks here eye, she smells around a bitPicks up a crystal bell and rings the room with laughter And she digs up some nightly crawlers and she sticks them in her ear As they wriggle and they giggle and they look up to the moon Ah yet it drips green jello that smells a bit of dill And it falls onto the tile and is ate by a raccoon The paisley is declared unsafe by the piglets in the sky Oh they fly up high so high as the stars go flitting by They give a little sigh even though the tables die He's a stupid little guy as he waves his hand goodbye Oh the sky is purple-green and the birds fly up their noses Dodging the green jello that's dripping from the moon |