strange

the mouse tips his top hat, he cries human blood
he grabs his silver flute, his white golves are covered in mud
pink lemonade pours out of the horn
the flute gives birth to the unborn
in the baby's mouth is a willow
that's why the weeping will always continue
the fairy flies by with milk in her hair
she screams like a banshee as the jezebel stares
the star looks on in awe as the dew has sex with the rose
a green flying pig has landed on the gnomes nose
the elves munch on purple berries
while the unirocn has a ballerina on his back that he carries
the leprechaun dreams of a world without rainbows
the angels dutifully shine their halos
the day turns green as the moon winks at the calico cat
the white mouse tips his black velvet top hat