Dawson’s piltdown man Teeth assembled from that of an Orangutan Why would he do such a thing Of course, what a stupid question
Outside our little tent Your dog must have caught something I followed you both And let out screams to be let in Here comes your Dad annoyed, but wildly patient Six AM so loud your mom had to kick us out We ran the wheelbarrow around and around
Last night I dreamt your face changed through the doorway As I pushed you panicking, agonize in waking to admit Moments raging, though so very small, like this
Outside our little tent Your dog must have caught something I followed you both And let out screams to be let in Here comes your dad annoyed, but wildly patient Six AM so loud your mom had to kick us out We ran the wheelbarrow around and around
A template, if there is one I still think of A template, if there is one I still think of
Outside our little tent Your dog must have caught something I followed you both And let out screams to be let in Here comes your dad annoyed, but wildly patient Six AM so loud your mom had to kick us out We ran the wheelbarrow around Think of the sound
In the afternoon you both fell asleep Still knowing more than me