Slinky

Subatomic stars are fickle

In the dumptruck of creation

Always flying out in pairs

To the other end of Paris

There's no time to send a message

There's no space to cross an ocean

But they're spinning like true brothers

Always hip on all the others

Mr. Aspect hide the papers

In a crashing speedy tunnel

Ghostly pop of transformation

Catch the light in it's mutation

Sly,Slinky,Sly Slide to the other side

Living hidden inside slinky

From the egg to crocostimpy

Turn my head the chair collapses

Into alternating lapses

From the future waves are coming

Get your senses in the running

One decision and it's over

All the others head for Dover