The tree's wave as the wind blows at the, The air is whistling in the dark night, There's a creature here but it's unknown, As the cold night air slaps me, I begin to believe it's all over, But this is just the beginning.
You stuff me with books and notes and a ball but it doesn't fit at all
But then you forget to empty me out and so then I wanna shout
'cause I'm full of goo and lunch and junk and rot and mold all sorts of junk
But wait a minute... I'm not done Riding on your back is really quite fun I jounce and bounce as you run along and my trinkets jingle and clank as you run along
