Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro You have no word Trip, trip to a dream dragon Hide your wings in a ghost tower Sails cackling at every plate we break
Was cracked by scattered needles The little minute gong coughs and clears his throat Madam you see before you stand Hey ho, never be still The old original favorite grand Grasshoppers green Herbarian band And the tune they play is, "In us confide"
So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro' You have no word Please leave us here Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Isn't it good to be lost in the wood? Isn't it bad, so quiet there, in the wood? Meant even less to me than I thought With a honey plow of yellow prickly seeds Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed
The madcap laughed at the man on the border Hey ho, huff the Talbot The winds, they blew and the leaves did wag And they'll never put me in their bag The raging seas will always seep So high you go, so low you creep The wind, it blows in tropical heat The drones they throng on mossy seats The squeaking door will always squeak Two up, two down we'll never meet
Please leave us here Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Please leave us here Close our eyes to the octopus ride!