Bright-eyed sassy creature
On a rampage all alone

Fills the night with monsters
And calls himself at home.

Their coarse fur and rugged growls
Defer him not an inch;

He throws his arm around them
And begins a choral cinch

To bring them on a journey,
A quest of epic scale,

To rescue zookeepers from jazz
And humanity from the pale

Of monochrome maturity,
A re-run with color melted

That traps unwitting minds
As we’re pressed into service

Between the pages of a moldy book
That churns history from the grind.

A ruby or some cheese,
perhaps a stingray too,

These things will surely do the trick
To bring life back to you.

A quest to find them—take my hand!
We’ve got to go today.

A tea towel for a map
Will send us on our way.

Simple but surprising,
That’s the magic bit:

It doesn’t matter if we reach the end
But you’ve got to take the trip!

Trust the honesty of nonsense,
You’ll find there was a door

Back to the easy smiles you knew
in childhood before.

That’s it my friend, you know
we’ve come right up to the end.

But there’s something bright within your heart
That he showed you how to win.

Even if you walk by day
Among those chalk depictions

That we call work and jobs and life,
You’ll keep that ruby hidden.

To bring a shaman back to life
A magic stone is needed,

And it’ll work on you as well:
The tale’s all but completed.

Let yourself take joy in nonsense;
The warmth is worth the escape.

Reality may be dignified
But it’s not a friendly mate.

Dance with lonesome polar bears
But don’t look crawfish in the eye;

Join our campfire of gentle madness,
We’ll sing a wholesome lullaby.