My sister had a nursery rhyme    Set of figurines    She'd often let me play with them, I'd    Set 'em up in different scenes    Fifty plastic army men, led by superman    Destroyed the ranks of mother goose    Mary and her little    Lamb slips away and catches    Sister getting real    And I can too, as long as I don't    Make a sound       When we were real we were in love    With everyone and everything, I guess it    Was the beauty of    Bluebird clears his throat of phlegm    And static singing operatic       Evening comes, and the butterflies are       Bats eat the spider that had saddled up    Beside her    And the dish, his lovin' spoon were    Never found    And I'm taking flight seeking relief, the    Lure of handkercheif so white    I chase it straight into the ground