I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet 

He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece 

He was deaf dumb and blind so he couldn't quite make it 

When out of the horn came a solid silver genie 

Who was made just to make the little man happy 

As the man made sounds the genie painted fluid, 

Mind-blowing visions on the little man's brain-box 



Everybody small with no lips to play the trumpet 

Everybody living inside a giant deaf aid 

Everybody's eyes crucified to the tapestry 

Woven by the giant with the solid silver genie 

Who plays the trumpet