I was here, when it happened,

When the dream got out of hand, when it escaped from my palm,

Tiger catching a goose, a little mouse, and big front yard,

Small egos, and marksmen, thus it begins,

Big hill to climb,

Bump easy for this rhyme,

I think someone was saying, yes,

I'll be you're, little elf, muff, stuffed it in, big egos, and large equations,

And eleventh stage senior writers,

Power, ranges, a muffins,

Of come home, darlings,

Of stay tuned, Mondays, of soft pillows, and a carton of, let's try's,

Of I wish I could dies,

Of graveyards and spooky ghosts,

And on the stage we cried,

To be a part,

Of tomorrow’s,

Of evening schemers,

And how will I spin this,

Heroes,

Of never go further’s,

Of dark signs,

And evil,

Goat herders.