Oh waiter my dear fellow
There's a beetle in my soup
He's swimming around the croutons
In a never ending loop

Oh waiter tarry hither
There's a slug inside my pie
He's guzzling the gravy up
And the pastry's gone all dry

Oh waiter while your present
There's a mouse under the chips
She's built a fence of runner beans
To guard them from the dips

Oh waiter please attend to me
There's foxes in my drink
They clambered in a while ago
And plain refuse to sink

Oh waiter hurry back to me
There's a walrus in my cake
He bellows if I dare approach
And makes the jelly shake

Oh waiter fetch a napkin
There's a horse...

like snow come spring
so stubborn
remaining in place
resisting change
clinging to the surface
when all thats needed is time to breathe
trying to grow but the buds are frozen cold
waiting for a chance to bloom
true colors covered with monotone blues

I say plants dance with the wind
you say they struggle to stay still

Do you remember?
When we were children,
And we didn't know what
*** or cigarettes were?

When going outside meant
To play in the front yard with friends,
Not to smoke cigarettes.

Do you remember when things were simple?
When "The Dark"
Just meant "lights out, it's bedtime"

Not lights out,
Time for the demons to play.

- Blue