The Moss

Legend has it that the moss grows on The north side of the trees Well, legend has it when the rain comes down All the worms come up to breathe Well, legend has it when the sunbeams come All the plants, they eat them with their leaves Well, 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 Legend has it that the moss grows on The north side of the trees Well, legend has it when the rain comes down All the worms come up to breathe Well, legend has it when the sunbeams come All the plants, they eat them with their leaves Well, 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