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.