DOVE:    I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile    He had daisies in his hat, so I stopped him for a while    He delivered me a message, a massage to soothe my stage    What it was was more then plug-up dosage    More than DAISY age    Conversation drew a rule,    Which the crowd will roar by millions    Mr. Crocodile said, 'Dove, you must look    For now the villains try to hold you underwater    But one thing we all must heed    Sony Walkmans keep us walking    De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water'       As I walked along my journey,    I thought 'What have I just learned?'    In a flash I saw commotion    There was movement in these ferns    Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?    I shouted out in fear, 'Who's there?'    'It's me,' said Mr. Squirrel    'I've searched for you all over, now you're found,    No time to waste. We must find the Preacher Man,    We must find the P.A. Mase. All my population's dying,    And we're all in tune to doom.    Like the Daisy, I need water    I need chesnuts to consume.'    'Mr. Squirrel,' I said, 'I'm sorry,    But the problem can't be solved    If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved    Always look to the positive and never drop your head    For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread    So let's tread water'       POS:    Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said 'Plug time's up'    Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup    As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish    I looked down and then around and I heard,    'Hi! I'm Mr Fish. How do you do? As for me,    I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean    And no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Filet    See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do    Though you're fed up, throw your head up    With this advice ffrom me to you    And that's to tread water'       As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun    As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard,    'Psst, excuse me, Plug One.'    From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered    'Yes, are you talking to me?'    'No alarm meant,' he said, 'Let me introduce myself.    I'm Mr Monkey.'    'Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five,    Now how does your problem meet?'    He said, 'My bananas are at their ripest, but they all    Stand at three feet. My swinging hand is bandaged up.    Could you help me with this chore?'    I brought him down to the Native shop    And bought him copies of the De La score    Which assisted well in his elevation    Now all bananas is at his grasp    He decided with this accomplished,    He would put me on to the path    He to my to live by the Inner Sound, y'all    Which would bring me health in showbiz    Then to use them, not abuse them    And then in the words that got me to 'em    And that is to tread water