Fragmentary March Of Green

I am in a cookie jar

Playing on a pebble horn

And waiting for a horse drawn trolley car

I have a very fine job

I count all the frying fish

And make them pat amusements chance

And send their children off to school

You mus do good

You must do well

You must do good

You must do well

You must do good

You must do well

Because

Because

You are the emperor's new cloths

And no one knows that you are full of holes

And so is he for keeping you around

I guess we better take him back to the lost and found

I don't care they'll never catch me

I don't care they'll never catch me

Let me be

Let me be

Let me be

I don't play with balloons

Because they always explode

And get gum stuck in my hair

His wife hangs him all the time

And tells her bridge book friends he's weak

His children kick him in the shins

This is his reward for cutting throats

So he'd succeed

And have his own desk

So he'd succeed

And have his desk

So he'd succeed

And have his desk

He was

He was

Insanity

Reality