When inspiration's flown away

And I've got nowhere to go

If I try to think too deep and lose

My shovel it gets me out of a hole

Red and yellow apple corner

Rainbows hang from the door

Mr. Happy studies cymbals as if

They mean something more

Digging down to bedrock ampeggy

Singing bass to the twin

The multi-colored stars make it

Hard to tell where the sky stops

And the ceiling begins

It's quite a view from under

Panorama avenue

Every afternoon...

In the lion's den



Can't exterminate the influential

Insects walking on the wall, lock

The door or the hooper lane gang

Will be the death of us all.

Spaceface catface sticking out his

Tongue got stars in his eyes,

Lenny and Bill just materialized

Right before our eyes

Our favorite wise guys bearing

Triple gifts of pizza pie

Taunt and criticize....

In the lion's den





Maybe someday we'll move out

From underneath the pride

Get to play outside....

The lion's den