Tally Ho

Another day in paradise; where all the ladies sing; With their honey tasting ruby lips; and their garments that do cling. And Jimmy sings of unknown soldiers; to the timed and the weak; And Edgar speaks his darkest lines; on a mountain of Twin Peaks. A tiny little field mouse; gathers scattered crumbs; Then takes it to its nesting place; where mothers never done. And the blue jay takes his shinny things; the ones he likes the best; And it turns to watch the night come round; as the sun sets in the west. As we live here in our cavern’s where fires the only light; It casts its shadow on the wall; and we deem that to be right. No one ever climbs the ladder; that could take them to the sun; Where the clarity of light it brings; could be a freedom when we’re done. And in the master chambers; on a bed with satin sheets; The lady with her chains and whips; will help you feel complete. Living in the darkness; where the only light is fire; Burns away our better parts; that will turn into a mire. And it’s another day in paradise; and the summer does its thing; And such a lovely day it is; when you hear the song birds sing