Chase your tail
Chase your pasts
Make it live and make it last
I knitted the kitten
Cold-covered mittens
As he chases balls of yarn
Unravelled and undone
He's a bird of his prey
And a bird of his feather
Flocked to gether mutiny
To crush all odds with even green
And conquer every sheperd down
Mittens for kittens and kittens for mittens, too
Agony unravelled and undone
As we put a cramp in the muscle of control
Chase the savage, chase the tame
Chase the blind, chase the lame
Chase the strong and the sure
Chase the virgin tree so pure