Timothy Hay ​mewithoutYou

[Verse 1]
On a cold December, just before dawn
As the sun said "Hello" to the sky
The mantis prayed while the lamellicorn
Tumbled and rolled in a threadbare tie

The Holland Lops in the Karakung glades
Indignantly thumped their feet
And hopped away when they cut their noses
On the sharp-tipped blades
(since the grass doesn't mind in the least)
There's a heat pad waitin' in the chicken-wire hutch
Where the does from the Netherlands stay
But that dry alfalfa don't taste like much
And we're tired of the Timothy hay
(hey)

[Verse 2]
I touched her back, she was lying face down
The dew turned to frost in her eyes
Me and Sister Margaret on the Pentagon lawn
With our wrists in a plastic tie
While the rats by the tracks on these winter days
Seeking shelter from the cold
Make a nest in the traps of our various ways
That they can save their immortal souls