Cosmo Sheldrake - The Moss Lyrics
Legend has it that the moss grows on the north side of the treesLegend has it that when the rain comes down, all the worms come up to breatheLegend has it that when the sunbeams come, the plants, they eat them with their leavesLegend has it that the world spins round on an axis of 23 degreesBut have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moonOr the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoonOr she, who leapt up mountains, while whistling up a tuneAnd swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broomWell, we can all learn things both many and a-fewFrom that old hunched woman who lived inside a shoeOr the girl that sang by day and by night she ate tear soupOr the man who drank too much and he got the brewers' droopCome listen up all ye fair maids to how the moral goesNobody knew and nobody knowsHow the pobble was robbed of his twice five toesOr how the dong came to own a luminous noseOr how the jumblies went to sea in a sieve that they rowedAnd came to shore by the chankly bore where the bong trees growWhere the jabberwocky's small green tentacles do flowAnd the quanglewangle plays in the rain and the snowBut have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moonOr the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoonOr she, who leapt up mountains, while whistling up a tuneAnd swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broomWell, we can all learn things both many and a-fewFrom that old hunched woman who lived inside a shoeOr the girl that sang by day and by night she ate tear soupOr the man who drank too much and he got the brewers' droopLegend has it that the moss grows on the north side of the treesLegend has it that when the rain comes down, all the worms come up to breatheLegend has it that when the sunbeams come, the plants, they eat them with their leavesLegend has it that the world spins round on an axis of 23 degreesBut have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moonOr the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoonOr she, who leapt up mountains, while whistling up a tuneAnd swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broomWell, we can all learn things both many and a-fewFrom that old hunched woman who lived inside a shoeOr the girl that sang by day and by night she ate tear soupOr the man who drank too much and he got the brewers' droop
