My sister had a nursery rhyme
Set of figurines
She'd often let me play with them
I'd set 'em up in different scenes
Fifty plastic army men
Led by superman
Destroyed the ranks of mother goose
Mary and her little

Lamb slips away and catches
Sister getting real
And I can too
As long as I don't
Make a sound

When we were real we were in love
With everyone and everything
I guess it was the beauty of
Bluebird clears his throat of phlegm
And static singing operatic evening comes
And the butterflies are

Bats eat the spider
That had saddled up beside her
And the dish
His lovin' spoon were never found
And I'm taking flight seeking relief
The lure of handkerchief so white
I chase it straight into the ground

Lamb slips away and catches
Sister getting real
And I can too
As long as I don't
Make a sound
And I'm taking flight seeking relief
The lure of handkerchief so white
I chase it straight into the ground