Strange Orchestras

Saw a face in a conical of lace, it was a strange orchestra

Mannequin skin pounding on a bass-drum, strange orchestra

Lilliputian, evil in the eyes of the man with the leaf harp

He lusts for the urchin hiding under mountains of moleskin

A big cat like t-tyrannosaurus going to Lilliput

The ensemble make a tiny rumble, the celloist solos

The sky blackens and the bass string slackens and they stand statuesquely

Then they giggle and they wiggle through the door in the big dark oak tree