I Am Drowning In A Sea Of Words That All Mean Nothing
Baboon on the Moon
In the middle of June, listening to a tune, looked up in the sky, just staring at the moon.
And though it was too soon to invite you to the lagoon, I thought I saw that baboon.
He was acting like a buffoon, listening to a Maroon 5 tune, playing along with his bassoon.
I moved over to the commune, bought myself a balloon, inhaled and the world turned into a cartoon.
Got caught up in a monsoon, followed by a typhoon, rode it all out in a canoe paddling with a soup spoon.
Jumped into the garden and began to prune, so much so it turned into a sand dune. The flowers strewn all the way to Cancun.
So I ate some crab rangoon, then grabbed myself a harpoon, and fished until it was high noon.
Felt a little immune, took an axe to the tree till it was full hewn, Then watch some National Lampoon
That's when I was attacked by a platoon of raccoon's coming from the saloon. so inopportune.
Was saved by an oil tycoon not a moment too soon, who just came by to say good afternoon.
Wrapped up in my cocoon. Slept under the blue moon, and simply thanked the baboon for his tune that June.
~The Snowdog
In the middle of June, listening to a tune, looked up in the sky, just staring at the moon.
And though it was too soon to invite you to the lagoon, I thought I saw that baboon.
He was acting like a buffoon, listening to a Maroon 5 tune, playing along with his bassoon.
I moved over to the commune, bought myself a balloon, inhaled and the world turned into a cartoon.
Got caught up in a monsoon, followed by a typhoon, rode it all out in a canoe paddling with a soup spoon.
Jumped into the garden and began to prune, so much so it turned into a sand dune. The flowers strewn all the way to Cancun.
So I ate some crab rangoon, then grabbed myself a harpoon, and fished until it was high noon.
Felt a little immune, took an axe to the tree till it was full hewn, Then watch some National Lampoon
That's when I was attacked by a platoon of raccoon's coming from the saloon. so inopportune.
Was saved by an oil tycoon not a moment too soon, who just came by to say good afternoon.
Wrapped up in my cocoon. Slept under the blue moon, and simply thanked the baboon for his tune that June.
~The Snowdog
