I've alternated my meager flock   To the shores of the Baltic Sea   The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme   Of how things should be      My cave, my house, my turning wheel   My little docking pup   The march of Colonel Forbin   And his fleet hound called McGrupp      The grime of countless workdogs   Has collected in my sink   I tie my nose with spandex hose   Before I get a drink      While on frozen warthogs   With its poison in our minds   The ferns that spot our children   Are encased in orange rinds      All times and seasons are the reasons   That people and their clans   Have stowed the Famous Mockingbird   With glue and rubber bands      They writhe and cry in agony   As Rutherford the Brave   Chokes Tela and the Unit Monster   Managing to save      The spotted striper's multi-beast   And there by cheat his grave   I'd like to get his autograph   But he looks too much like Dave