McGrupp And The Watchful Hosemasters

I've alternated my meager flock
To the shores of the Baltic Sea

The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme
Of how things should be

My cave my house my turning wheel
My little docking pup

The march of Colonel Forbin

And his fleet hound called McGrupp

The grime of countless workdogs

Has collected in my sink

I tie my nose with spandex hose
Before I get a drink

We lie on frozen warthogs

With its poison in our minds
While the ferns that spot our children
Are encased in orange life

All times and seasons are the reasons

People and their clans

Have stowed the Famous Mockingbird
With glue and rubber bands

They writhe and cry in agony
As Rutherford the Brave
Chokes Tela and the Unit Monster

Managing to save

The spotted striper's multi beast
And there by cheat his grave

I'd like to get his autograph
But he looks too much like Dave
He looks too much like Dave
He looks too much like Dave

He looks too much
He looks too much
He looks too much
He looks too much
She looks too much