text: Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
  You have no word
  Trip, trip to a dream dragon
  Hide your wings in a ghost tower
  Sails cackling at every plate we break
  Cracked by scattered needles
  The little minute gong
  Coughs and clears his throat
  Madam you see before you stand
  Hey ho, never be still
  The old original favorite grand
  Grasshoppers green Herbarian band
  And the tune they play is In Us Confide
  So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
  You have no word
  Please leave us here
  Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
  Isnt it good to be lost in the wood
  Isnt it bad so quiet there, in the wood
  Meant even less to me than I thought
  With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
  Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...
  Well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
  Hey ho, huff the Talbot
  The winds they blew and the leaves did wag
  Theyll never put me in their bag
  The raging seas will reach and always seep
  So high you go, so low you creep
  The wind it blows in tropical heat
  The drones they throng on mossy seats
  The squeaking door will always squeak
  Two up, two down well never meet
  Please leave us here
  Close our eyes to the octopus ride!