Misplaced Wonderland
Nothing sings are you listenin’.
In the ponds there’s no fishes.
A pitiful sight
We’re lonesome tonight,
Walking in dying wonderland.
Gone away are the bluebirds
Here to stay are the blizzards
To howl all night long
To sing a swan song
Walking in dying wonderland.
In the wasteland we can build a bunker
Then pretend that we like it as home.
They’ll say are you breathing?
I’ll “Yes, Sir!”
Any hungry dog
will take a bone.
Later on we’ll respire
In gas masks by the fire,
To face much afraid
The plans that we’ve laid
Walking in a dying wonderland.
In the Artic we can’t build a snowman,
barren ground there, no ice to be found
We can’t find a polar bear or reindeer
And Ole Santa Claus is not around.
When it snowed, it was thrilling,
Though your nose got a chilling
We froliced and played, the Eskimo way,
When we had a winter wonderland.
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