The Moss

Legend has it that the moss grows on the north side of the trees Legend has it when the rain comes down, all the worms come up to breathe Legend has it when the sunbeams come, all the plants, they eat them with their leaves Legend has it that the world spins round on an axis of 23 degrees But have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moon? Or the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoon Or she, who leapt up mountains while whistling up a tune And swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broom Well, we can all learn things, both many and a-few From that old hunched-up woman who lived inside a shoe Or the girl that sang by day and by night, she ate tear soup Or the man who drank too much, and he got the brewers' droop Come listen, all ye fair maids, to how the moral goes Nobody knew and nobody knows How the pobble was robbed of his twice five toes Or how the dong came to own a luminous nose Or how The Jumblies went to sea in a sieve that they rowed And came to shore by the chankly bore, where the bong-trees grow Where the jabberwocky's small green tentacles do flow And the quangle wangle plays in the rain and the snow But have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moon? Or the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoon Or she, who leapt up mountains while whistling up a tune And swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broom Well, we can all learn things, both many and a-few From that old hunched-up woman who lived inside a shoe Or the girl that sang by day and by night, she ate tear soup Or the man who drank too much, and he got the brewers' droop But everything you see isn't everything that is Every thing you think to be, every thought you can't dismiss The lives we try to lead and the time we try to give Well it's all a fallacy, we continue to relive And every thing will live, just as every thing will die Every foe that you forgive, and every friend that you deny Every single first hello, and every single last goodbye Every smile that you show, every tear that you hide Well legend says that, one and one is two and that one and two is three Well legend has it that, the first flight flew back in 1903 Well legend has it that, we're all just doomed, and we've ruined our society Well legend has it that, we dug our tomb which we'll lie in for all eternity But have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moon? Or the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoon Or she, who leapt up mountains while whistling up a tune And swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broom Well, we can all learn things, both many and a-few From that old hunched-up woman who lived inside a shoe Or the girl that sang by day and by night, she ate tear soup Or the man who drank too much, and he got the brewers' droop Well everything you see isn't everything that is Every thing you think to be, every thought you can't dismiss The lives we try to lead and the time we try to give Well it's all a fallacy, we continue to relive And every thing will live, just as every thing will die Every foe that you forgive, and every friend that you deny Every single first hello, and every single last goodbye Every smile that you show, every tear that you hide Well legend has it that, the moss grows on the north side of the trees Well legend has it that, the moss that grows will outlive both you and me Well legend has it that, the world once knew a whole palette of lovely blues and greens Well legend has it that, our corpses lie a foundation of insincerity