Sugarcane Plum Fairy

Your crazy grandpa spills the wine
Around the sycamore tree
I hear his bad song
Just inside where your nephews might be
«Strike a pose.», says Mary
And «Purse your lips.», say Blaine
Sugarcane plum fairy
The August moon shine
Paints the world in a wonderland of light
And though the wines fine
Don’t I feel just a very slight, slight
From your March Hare Larry and your dormouse James
Sugarcane plum fairy
Long ago, the seashells line the castle wall
Tide was low as night fell on our Paris song…
The lonely fireflies dot the lawn
Like a Tinkerbell flight
I watch your tired eyes
Taking care not to meet with mine right
Keeps an old flame weary and
Your small talk strained
Sugarcane plum fairy
Long ago, the seashells line the castle wall
Tide was low as night fell on our Paris song…
I’ll have a heart love and
Drag my tail down the whippoorwill trail
It’s time to part love and
Make a start towards the Union Mail Rail
Guess I best not tarry, it’s a midnight train
Sugarcane plum fairy
Guess I best not tarry, it’s a midnight train
Sugarcane plum fairy