Ralph and the Underdog
 
Oh, its a jello-teen world
With a trampoline spotlight
Singing down to us in love
Will we ever look above
The sedimentary ordinary?
Oligo-personalities
Caroom every-which-way
Like the sheep said to the zebra
"Why the long face?"
And the cheesy mexican buffet
Idled past on the way to the corner
Beside the beef side
Where the apple trees lie
And cover their dealings
In an ocean of rye
Grass blossoming to the horisons
Taking the smell of a half-baked idea
And thrusting it under the pent-up
Nostrels of an overbearing syllibance
"Dance monkey, dance!"
Cry the flippant-naysayers
Decrying their own special justice
For a meager half-price.
"Will we dance or won't we?"
Meandering the hobnobbing
Hairbrained tortise
And smiling all the while.