The milk is sour and the words profound   The babes in the woods are all cowlic bound   Dreams are nixed   Blessings are mixed   And the road to the slaughterhouse   Soon to be fixed      The tide falls back with the bones it's found   The night sits waiting because the world is round   All good things lost in time   Now the audience dozes at the drop of a dime      The milk is sour and the words profound   The babes in the woods are all cowlic bound   The tempo's false   The boymilk waltz   Has the ushers in the aisles doing sommersaults