Sometimes bones are hard to swallow
Sometimes no one's at the door
Sometimes spinnach has no strength
Sometimes the wolves become sheep
Sometimes jaws won't open up again
Sometimes the moon eclipses the sun
Sometimes plaid has no taste
Sometimes everyone's a dinosaur
Sometimes silence is music to our ears
Sometimes situating faces disappear
Sometimes moments are disguised as situations
Sometimes caterpillars come to bed stoned
Sometimes we are lost within the sesspool