Buried down down down
Under a few ring of trees
A mother hen waits out the light scratches
Saying please father, please
It's up to him on this cold dark night
To review the sycamore
Playing around with his light scratches
Will he do it?
Under the sycamore light scratches
He waits for a perfect shlib - light scratches
Tearing down ancient factory abrasions
Talking about founded family archives
Under the sycamore
Under the sycamore
It waits to breathe
It waits to feed
He puts his findings on eBay
Only to be trusted by pay pal itself
But that's not enough
For the cheese hat he bares
Is only enough
For a bear to eat the cheese
Will this night succeed?
Under the sycamore light scratches
He waits for a perfect shlib - light scratches
Tearing down ancient factory abrasions
Talking about founded family archives
Under the sycamore
Under the sycamore
It waits to breathe
It waits to feed
Lycamore scratches