Triptych

1. There never was cheese on the moon
And the end of the yawn came too soon
For the green ones are worst
When you're crying of thirst
And the dish blinked and caught a baboon
(Baboon)
And the dish blinked and caught a baboon.

2. I'm singing a song made of wood (tra-la)
Much better than I thought I could (tra-la)
It's so comfortably warm
On the front garden lawn
And here comes Little Red Riding-Hood
(Ding-Hood)
And here comes Little Red Riding-Hood.

3. Your spinster is full of old dust
And my foot, no! my brain, has gone bust
There's just far too much glue
In this Moppocrump stew
And it leaves me completely nonplussed
(Nonplussed)
And it leaves me completely nonplussed.

    (ROUND) THE (B)END.