saw a face in a conical of lace
it was a strange orchestra
mannikin skin pounding on a bass-drum
evil in the eyes of the man with the leaf harp
he lusts for the urchin hiding under mountains of moleskin
a big cat like t-tyrannosaurus going to lilliput
the ensemble make a tiny rumble
the sky blackens and the bass string slackens and they stand statuesquely
then they giggle and they wiggle through the door in the big dark oak tree