Real

My sister had a nursery rhymeSet of figurinesShe'd often let me play with themI'd set 'em up in different scenesFifty plastic army men, led by supermanDestroyed the ranks of mother goosemary and her littleLamb slips away and catchesSister getting realAnd I can too, as long as I don'tMake a soundWhen we were real we were in loveWith everyone and everythingI guess it was the beauty ofbluebird clears his throat of phlegmAnd static singing operaticEvening comes, and the butterflies areBats eat the spider that had saddled up beside herAnd the dish, his lovin' spoon were never foundAnd I'm taking flight seeking reliefThe lure of handkerchief so whiteI chase it straight into the ground