We question our existence
Driven by Natures insistence
That we all go the distance
But we don’t know how

Running around in circles
Like a bunch of comic Erkles
The dinosaur is purple
But we don’t know why

What are we becoming?
The music starts humming
The drummers are all drumming
But we don’t know where

Soon it will be over
Lying in the clover
Next to an old friend Rover
But we don’t know when