Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'

you have no word

trip, trip to a dream dragon

hide your wings in a ghost tower

sails crackiling at ev'ry plate we break

cracked by scattered needles

little minute gong

coughs and clears his throat

madam you see before you stand

hey ho, never be still

the old original favourite gran

grasshoppers green herbarian band

and the tune they play in us confide...

so trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'

you have no word

Please leave us here

close our eyes to the octopus ride!

Isn't it good to be lost in the wood

isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood

twenty even less to me than I thought

with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds

clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...

well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border

hey ho, huff the talbot

Cheetah he cried shouted kangaroo

so through their tree they cried

Please leave us here

close our eyes to the octopus ride!

The madcap laughed at the man on the border

hey ho, huff the talbot

the winds they blew and the leaves did wag

and they'll never put me in their bag

the seas will reach and always see

so high you go, so low you creep

the winds it blows in tropical heat

the drones they throng on mossy seats

the squeaking door will always creep

two up, two down we'll never meet

so merrily trip for good my side

Please leave us here

close our eyes to the octopus ride