Don’t dig too deep

          You’ll get worms in your hair

          Like Medusa and her killing stare

          And her hair made of snakes.

          Everyone takes

          From the cookie jar

          Watch where you stay

          Don’t go too far

          Or stay too close

          That’s the trouble with most

          They stay home.

          Home ain’t a place, it’s a feeling

          It don’t matter where you’re sleeping

          In a bed or under a bridge

          If you sleep you dream

          To dream is to make everything seem

          Like it’s in your favor

          Or maybe not        

          Have a nightmare or smoke some pot

          Make sure your mind don’t rot

          Keep a kind thought

          For every man, woman, child you know

          And don’t mind the soft falling snow.

          That snow is just the world giving you a fresh start

          You’ll feel it in your mind, soul, or heart

          It’ll hit out of the blue like a dart

          You feel brand new with all that white powder

          Too bad there ain’t a single spring flower

          Far as those eyes can see

          There ain’t one flower for you or me.