I have some thoughts, curious They are stored in a library of chaos When I try to sleep at night, or morn Won't let mine peepers close
I have thoughts, wild and wild; I don't let them run amuck, But sometimes they gallop away When they find some luck
The old man of the painting in my room Did tell me a trick or two- To catch the wilder ones Put some ginger in a shoe
Eat some straw after you sleep And drink soap bubbles before you wake, Three lizard tails In your dreams you must take,
But I do this, and do that I drink the tails and eat the bubbles And drink the fresh straw, To keep away the troubles
Yet still I find some thoughts wild Running around in the town And I end up being berated And leave like a clown
Though I am not wild or bad But my thoughts run with scissors and blades, The town and I end up as usual In velvet crimson cascades.