Lullaby, Pt. 2

Wooden legs float downstream in the alligator's dream

The owl calls the tune: "fly me to the moon"

The sun goes dark red as he staggers off to bed

The snake and the mole

Their house is their hole

Rubber trees, down on bended knees

Bleed rubber blood while the tadpoles tend their mud

Clear, starry skies give birth to lullabies

Sleep comes down with a silent sound