On the moon with the dust
not a stone many crater for my bed.
There is a strange man who's chairs rocking back with
which bias on my head.
In the room with the king and the queen
and the prince and the princess too.
And a dog is the guard for the gold and the cell,
not a person knew.
I, I, I.
Would hide, hide, hide.
If I could run, run, run that fast.
The shade in the spider's web
make you silk for the neighbor fly.
That one's doom can not come on
unglued no matter how hard he tries.
He said, I, I, I