tickiety tock hop scotch the rabbit ran down the hall
just hanging here he passed me by
I'm simply a fly on the wall
I buzz around as if someone slapped me down
and intrigued I dance around the idea to leave
to follow and see if maybe there's more than this boring little old me

stumble fumble catch my step and throw my voice to say
wait hare I want to come I don't care for this black and white place
I pause reflect to wonder if I've waited my chance away
and if I'll ever be able to be a part of of this fable
but since he is gone and I waited too long
I give up and flutter down to cry

drops drip them stream then pour to make a small thunder storm
the water had fathered a scene where I drowned but made me believe
if I survive to see tomorrow
I'll somehow find the source of my sorrow