As I gaze upon the square,
See animals in their underwear.
Some are old – some are new,
Some are white – some are blue.
Some are male – some are not,
Some are drab – some are hot.
Some are jumping – some are sitting,
Some are grinning – some are flitting.
Alas, it’s just one weird dream,
I wake up myself with a slight scream,
As I lay sweating in the light beam,
I know its all due to that gallon of ice cream