The peanut-butter will fill your head
Will you toast the bread under laid?
How many times did you turn around
To catch up with the roasting sound?
    Will you be lighted, when you are feed?
    How many trains bore your passenger's head?

The marmalade of fresh oranges,
What did it cry before `t'was seen?
How many thoughts to be hidden now?
How many turnings to something's how?
    And all the butter will it been seen?
    And all the bottles, a flower in each been!

And if you still follow let us now count to ten,
And I'll make it holler, count be ended and send

The freshy box of morning airs
Atmosphere sphered on your stairs.
Will the ceiling hit the floor?
Will you turn to evermore?
    And all the freshies, fruited and eat.
    Side walkers, passers, whom have you met?

The all-amp. turned to bills and things
Social interests in a ring,
Will you string the sausages?
Source the cause, now take the pause.
    I've been the planets, from there turn it green,
    Blue turn to tannies, the sun directly seen

Did it hurt your seeing eye?
I caught your foot placed in it's high.
Still remember just that sun
The red should get it on it's run,
    And all the pictures, that you have seen
    We'll count the frames, have the energy been!