(Verse 1) In the stew, a moo did brew, for a goose so loose, in a roost, it's true, On a farm where llamas prance, amidst the old corn's chance, From the store on a dancing street, where folks move to a romance beat. (Chorus) Oh, dance for the riddles old, of songs that time can't hold, Remember the train's silent plea, in a forest where none can see, If a pizza's cold, it's a sin, in a toaster oven, let the warmth begin. (Verse 2) In the furnace of love, we sway, where ovens blaze and hearts play, In the forest, move with grace, and rest in a chair, your timeless space, Trapped in a dark sleep's embrace, fearing a rabbit's dinner race. (Bridge) For a turtle in a dove's abode, we ponder life's eternal code, Seasons of decisions, sly, where snake thieves in boats do fly, Beyond the horizon, we cast, for a wish-dish from kings long past. (Verse 3) Milk and maidens, signal clear of a past where old women cheer, Singing with whales 'neath the moon's glow, for a Klondike bar, what would you forego? In a house on a hill, laws don't bind, where the past's people are out of mind. (Outro) So sing this song of whimsy lore, where logic's bounds exist no more, In a world where dreams take flight, and every odd is just in sight, Weave the
