Lyrics:

Butterflies
Three blind mice
Eight little maids in a box
He met them, he kept them
He carefully puts them away
For the rainy day
When nothing's left
No nothing's left
To collect


And sometimes he'd look in his catalog
And it was like the whole wide world got up and waved
And he'd saved those waves, and he'd count them
He'd count them, 'cuz he loved counting things

3 french hens, 2 Turtles doves
A monkey in a big palm tree
A bunch of green bananas that are never ripe
An orangutan who says I love you and you can pull a string
And it grins and it, it's a happy little thing
But it doesn't say much so it isn't much good company

Fifteen-thousand, nine-hundred and thirty-four plastic facsimiles of the Eiffel Tower, twenty percent of which were broken because they were made in Taiwan so they weren't built to last at all, and anyway the proportions were completely wrong, because they don't have the Eiffel Tower in Taiwan. All they have is pagodas, and he had many pagodas too. He had twenty-eight pagodas, which he shrunk with water and kept them all in a big trunk which he dug out from the sea from a huge wreck of this old Galleon, and he kept Galleons too, many, many Galleons with skeletons and lots of treasure, and he collected them. He collected all the treasure in all the world, and he owned all the banks (Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha!)