Round about the circle all the roly-poly
Ringers tie the ribbons to their fingers
Wrap the blindfolds round their eyes

And they wonder as they blunder
Why their answers have no dancers
And their questions make no sense and
Their conclusions are all lies

In the corn or where the cats
Are our best hope for diplomats
And the bacon and the beef
Make up a part of a belief

We are all up to our nipples
In lost dogs and moral cripples
If I had it to do over
I would still do it all over you

I’d still get into the forest
With just you and a Greek chorus
And we’d climb up to our peril
And we’d sleep inside the leaves

In the future, if there’s any
I would wager my last penny
That if money still exists
It’s still got nothing on your kiss