Cocoa Hooves

This old goat with beard of Grey He turns his leather gripped cane Those times you clapped and called for quiet They've come to hold you, ain't that nice? He packs a fat oom paul to Jib and make home-baked perfume Sips froth from soft, warm joe Snug eiderdown bedclothes (I said it) You know (I said it) (I said it) You know way that I hide (I said it) Come on you hermit, you never fight back Why don't you play with bows and arrows? Why don't you dance like You're sick in your mind? Why don't you set your wings on fire? You slick back that wiry mane A neat tucked slice Deep trees sleep on the dank lawn And scratch the slate You finger down that waxen line (I said it) Between your breasts (I said it) A squeaky pain upon each breath (I said it) The plumbers left (I said it) (I said it) (I said it) (I said it) You know way that I hide for you (I said it) Come on you hermit, you never fight back Why don't you play with bows and arrows? Why don't you dance like You're sick in your mind? Why don't you set your wings on fire? Come on you hermit, why don't you play nice? Why don't you toy with sex and violence? Why don't you stare back Into my huge eye? Why don't you set my wings on fire?