There’s a very small snake Drowning in a very cold lake Nearby is where kids play Very good games, even for today it’s okay
I know of a small boy He’s a pretty good toy For a very small girl But she does not like to play him anymore
When I stick my head in I know I have to fix it, but I don’t know where to begin When I stick my head in I know I have to fix it, but I don’t know where
She likes to play alone At her very neat home Or to see her small friends Sometimes all of them, sometimes just one of them, well, it depends
I know of that black hole Is it in my heart might be just in my soul? When I stick my head in I know I have to fix it, but I don’t know where to begin, to begin