Me, Violin and Dancing Bear

Mr. Violin, I loved you
From a treetop
In a fish nog
I was high on my own big thoughts
What if the sun drops?
What if my heart stops?

Mr. Violin, you almost
Hit a bum note
With your bent bow
I was high on the whole big show
What if my soul sings?
What if my heart flows?

For the sun did swing
Like a tangerine
Till we couldn't grab on to the burning ring

Mr. Dancing Bear, I loved you
In a flower patch
Where the birds hatched
I was crooked to the green grass
What if the day ends
Whenever my heart's flat?

Mr. Dancing Bear, they almost
Called you magic
Out of habit
I was sore from all the laughing
I loved you in habit
And banked on your magic

For the sun did swing
Like a tangerine
Till we couldn't grab on to the burning ring

And every crooked tune
Kept our lips from true
I had almost survived
And so did you

But the rings in between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they're crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crookeder you and a crookeder me
The rings in between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they're crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crookeder you and a crookeder me
They want a crookeder you and a crookeder me
They want a crookeder you and a crookeder me
They want a crookeder you and a crookeder me
They want a crookeder you and a crookeder me