Mad in America Theme
Dancing on a moonbeam
When captured outside at night
Howling a furry sight
In woods rustled with leaves
Two mates did conceive
Pups of mini thieves
Who stole away people’s minds
And worked madly kind
Shining down they did find
A deep mental mine
Where puppy wolves could dig
Sanity sugar big
Then boarding a golden rig
Madly panning in a brook
For insane nuggets understood
That cured all wolves of furry kind
That had found they lost their minds
Back to sunshine and the dawn
Dreams a sleepy yawn
To daybreak chorus sweet
Where night and day meet
Fixed in a transition under the stars
Sleeping in an aqua barge
Floated down the river of reality
Wheels turning down Mississippi
Embankments of filigree
Rich in sanity
From the wisest tree
Happiness for eternity.
The Optimistic Rhymer 