All the King's Horses

No stay Let's walk through the forest The victims of prose Lay slaves to the chorus so Start new Abandon your doubts and Those barons of beat Who raided your fountain I know You've your rosy eyes set But it's nice here So stay while you can and we'll Ride high On all the king's horses Who wasted their evenings Assembling porcelain Songs that Sound in the distance And served a great means But I'd rather be whistling a Tune to A crowd of hydrangeas And you too Good things are bound for the True kind Patient unbothered So run your brass mug Through these ample blue waters Day break An overture's playing Who cares for how long I think that I'm staying