• The sun smiles at me as the rain comes down
    The trees whisper and giggle in the whipping wind
    A storm is raging
    While the clouds drift lazily by

    I see some rabbits with my third eye
    Are they as confused as I?
    The brook babbles on its merry way
    While lighting flashes in the sky

    The moose runs down the furry slope
    And shakes its white and fluffy coat
    "Hey!"
    "That's not a moose!"
    You say
    Where'd you come from anyway?

    The moose
    It bleets and runs away
    Oh my what a confusing day...

    I lay down to rest my head
    When I wake up
    I'm still in bed