Everybody was scratching but nobody saw   Nothing was out of place except the floor   Somebody stopped and said arrest that door   For nobody could tell   We were growers of mushroom      My life was a beetle which ran down the wall   Stopping to scream at the hand in the hall   The daylight came in and shook hands   With us all   For nobody could tell   We were growers of mushroom      Laughing and screaming and   Clawing and cursing   Fighting my way through this unplanned dream   I saw the light of a thousand stars twinkling   Beyond the seams of this terrible dream