Kids, don't you turn into alligators

Don't you go fighting and biting now please

Running around the house in a circle

Screaming the pigeons out of the trees

Lucy, don't go and move to the city

Don't leave me hanging out in the breeze

Flailing around the place in my shimmies

I'm in the seaweed up to my knees

Falling asleep in a pile of pictures

Snipping your sweet face out of the scene

Shame on the breath and blood on the fingers

Forget if there's anything else in between