How's About Them Holes in the Moon (Butter Side Down)

How's about them holes in the moon?
When it orbits low, we could reach up to
Harvest the cheese and retrieve
All our things back from them
Holes, holes

Burn the bread, throw it on down
Hit the floor with the butter side down
Heavy hands clapping, sounding out pounds
Cut the night like the thunder thigh sounds

Wolf takes our things, away he goes
No one sees, no one knows
Why he takes the things we own
Or how they get up in them
Holes, holes

Don't look now, we're surrounded by clowns
Eyes, they smile, but the mouths, they all frown now
Big balloons and they're laughing out loud
Eyes are black and their noses are red and round

We never mind, we let them go
No one cares, so it goes
It's understood, open, close
All good things end up in
Holes, holes

Cats fall out of the trees in this town
Always land with their paws on the ground
Nowhere to run when there's blood in the hound
Ask me then, but the dogs are here now

Lazy days, but we'll hunker down soon
Far away like the holes in the moon
Lucky day but too fickle to try
Types of toys that make 'em giggle then cry
Lazy days, sticky stumble and few
Held together 'til we tumble in two
Cats, they land with their paws on the ground
Bread always lands with the butter side down

How's about them holes in the moon?
When it orbits low, we could reach up to
Harvest the cheese and retrieve
All our things back from them
Holes, holes