I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile
 He had daisies in his hat  so I stopped him for a while
 He delivered me a message  a massage to soothe my stage
 What it was was more then plug up dosage
 More than DAISY age
 Conversation drew a rule
 Which the crowd will roar by millions
 Mr. Crocodile said  'Dove  you must look
 For now the villains try to hold you underwater
 But one thing we all must heed
 Sony Walkmans keep us walking
 De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water'
 As I walked along my journey,
 I thought 'What have I just learned?'
 In a flash I saw commotion
 There was movement in these ferns
 Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?
 I shouted out in fear, 'Who's there?'
 'It's me,' said Mr. Squirrel
 'I've searched for you all over, now you're found,
 No time to waste. We must find the Preacher Man,
 We must find the P.A. Mase. All my population's dying,
 And we're all in tune to doom.
 Like the Daisy, I need water
 I need chesnuts to consume.'
 'Mr. Squirrel,' I said, 'I'm sorry,
 But the problem can't be solved
 If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved
 Always look to the positive and never drop your head
 For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread
 So let's tread water'
 POS:
 Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said 'Plug time's up'
 Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup
 As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish
 I looked down and then around and I heard,
 'Hi! I'm Mr Fish. How do you do? As for me,
 I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean
 And no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Filet
 See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do
 Though you're fed up, throw your head up
 With this advice ffrom me to you
 And that's to tread water'
 As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun
 As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard,
 'Psst, excuse me, Plug One.'
 From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered
 'Yes, are you talking to me?'
 'No alarm meant,' he said, 'Let me introduce myself.
 I'm Mr Monkey.'
 'Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five,
 Now how does your problem meet?'
 He said, 'My bananas are at their ripest, but they all
 Stand at three feet. My swinging hand is bandaged up.
 Could you help me with this chore?'
 I brought him down to the Native shop
 And bought him copies of the De La score
 Which assisted well in his elevation
 Now all bananas is at his grasp
 He decided with this accomplished,
 He would put me on to the path
 He to my to live by the Inner Sound, y'all
 Which would bring me health in showbiz
 Then to use them, not abuse them
 And then in the words that got me to 'em
 And that is to tread water