Tread Water

DOVE:

I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile

He had daisies in his hat so I stopped him for a while

He delivered me a message a massage to soothe my stage

What it was was more then plug up dosage

More than DAISY age

Conversation drew a rule

Which the crowd will roar by millions

Mr. Crocodile said 'Dove you must look

For now the villains try to hold you underwater

But one thing we all must heed

Sony Walkmans keep us walking

De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water'

As I walked along my journey,

I thought 'What have I just learned?'

In a flash I saw commotion

There was movement in these ferns

Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?

I shouted out in fear, 'Who's there?'

'It's me,' said Mr. Squirrel

'I've searched for you all over, now you're found,

No time to waste. We must find the Preacher Man,

We must find the P.A. Mase. All my population's dying,

And we're all in tune to doom.

Like the Daisy, I need water

I need chesnuts to consume.'

'Mr. Squirrel,' I said, 'I'm sorry,

But the problem can't be solved

If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved

Always look to the positive and never drop your head

For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread

So let's tread water'

POS:

Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said 'Plug time's up'

Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup

As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish

I looked down and then around and I heard,

'Hi! I'm Mr Fish. How do you do? As for me,

I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean

And no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Filet

See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do

Though you're fed up, throw your head up

With this advice ffrom me to you

And that's to tread water'

As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun

As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard,

'Psst, excuse me, Plug One.'

From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered

'Yes, are you talking to me?'

'No alarm meant,' he said, 'Let me introduce myself.

I'm Mr Monkey.'

'Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five,

Now how does your problem meet?'

He said, 'My bananas are at their ripest, but they all

Stand at three feet. My swinging hand is bandaged up.

Could you help me with this chore?'

I brought him down to the Native shop

And bought him copies of the De La score

Which assisted well in his elevation

Now all bananas is at his grasp

He decided with this accomplished,

He would put me on to the path

He to my to live by the Inner Sound, y'all

Which would bring me health in showbiz

Then to use them, not abuse them

And then in the words that got me to 'em

And that is to tread water