Whiskey in a bottle and a jar of snow
With a headlamp high and a rooster or a crow
Dish of time served hot and steamy
Drift up and over the windows of the soul
Whisk me down on a mountain-slide ride
Purple light around the eye inside
Everything brown seems to move around
Watch your sandcastles as in slides the tide
Catch the breeze
A light sneeze
Sitting down and running round'
Soup of the day and a fire-hydrant waiter
Loaf of confusion seems to be an illusion