Drifting Caterpillar

Gargantuan frightened pairs Of lily dandy lions I'm on a tight rope wiring My candy wise men I lie between the fire-nets And the loving jubilee From the single boats with floating coats Leaped all the vicar seas There was fisticuffs They were looking tough It was getting rough In the fields of St. Martin When they had enough Of their little scuff Like a papal bluff It was all forgotten Maps are few, and what to do Without my favorite pair of shoes Just a drifting caterpillar Why can't I get my share of dues Gory gory hallelujah Singing up and down my spine Did I miss the bliss whilst Saturn took a bite from my eye