[Whimsical a cappella] Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-dee-day Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo— [Music cuts] Oh my God, what’s that? [Verse 1] Velvet wings and silver powder Curled around a crumbling tower Every shimmer, every scale Leaves a lovely little trail Look at how it tilts and glides Bending daylight when it flies There is magic in that thing Think of what that dust could bring [Spoken, ducking behind a rock] Hmm. How to do this? [Verse 2] Could drain the roots beneath my feet Pull the pulse from every leaf Pack it in a violet shot Drop it dead right on the spot [Music stops] But I don’t think the people here would like that. [Long sigh] I hate it when the best idea Is bad for public atmosphere Need a method, neat and quick That won’t make everybody sick [Realization] Oh, yeah. Bag, slime bottle, please! [Bottle launches] There you are. [Pre-Chorus] Blue and glossy, cool and bright Something living, sealed up tight Just a fingertip—boop! Feel it curling in a loop Draw it gently through the skin Let the darker color in Blue goes violet up my hand Now that’s interesting [Build] Now let’s see what this baby can really do. [Verse 3] Stretch it long and press it flat Fold it into this and that Blade and hammer, hook and mace Every shape falls into place Rock beside me, plain and clean Perfect test for something keen Just a harmless little tap— [Wet plop, music cuts] Oh. That’s a bit extreme. [Music cautiously returns] Tall green stalk, a cleaner test Sharpen, slice, and do my best Perfect line from edge to root— Why is everything turning goop? No, that still destroys what I need. [Beat] Or will it? Stalk or sludge, the magic stays I can use it either way Whole or melted, grand or bland Everything is useful in a clever hand [Small laugh] [Verse 4] What I need’s a scout that’s small Quick enough to duck and crawl Slippery, silent, hard to see Bring a little back to me [Slime detaches] Off you come. [Wet plop] Go collect a sample. [Hand gives a thumbs-up] Good. It understands. [Beat accelerates] Oh, wait. Why are you going that way? [Chase Verse] Not the column, not the wall That has stood a hundred— [Crash and wet splatter] Never mind, forget it, run! This is getting out of hand [Chorus] Out of hand, out of hand There it goes across the land Every stone and every plant Turns to liquid where it lands Out of hand, out of hand This was not the way I planned Bring that wiggly thing to heel Before it melts the whole damn field [Frantic Chase Break] Come back here! Don’t touch that! Leave the tower! Drop the— How did you even climb that? [Verse 5] Now it sees the velvet wings Do not liquefy that thing Slowly, softly, pass it by I am not explaining why It stops beside the silver trail Scoops up dust from fallen scales Turns around and bounds to me Proud as any hand could be [Music drops] Oh. You actually did it. [Soft triumphant flourish] Good hand. [Playful outro] Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-dee-day Out of hand, but useful still Close enough to what I planned
