Real

My sister had a nursery rhyme set of figurines
She'd often let me play with them
I'd set them up in different scenes
Fifty plastic army men
Led by Superman
Destroy the ranks of molecules

Mary had a little lamb who slips away
And catches sister getting real
And I can too
As long as I don't make a sound

When we were real
We were in love
With everyone and everything
I guess it was the booty, huh?

A bluebird clears his throat
And flummoxed out it singing
"Operatic evening comes"
As the butterflies and bats eat the spider
That had snuggled up beside her
And the dishes, love, and spoon were never found
And I'm taking flight
Seeking relief
The lure of handkerchiefs so white
I chased it straight into the ground

Lamb slips away
And catches sister getting real
And I can too
As long as I don't make a sound

And I'm taking flight
Seeking relief
The lure of handkerchiefs so white
I chased it straight into the ground