Spiders in your socks
Butterflies in your bed
Lady bugs in your hair
In front of you is a little boy
With a bent sword of cardboard
He asked "what can you do?"
And you say "hey i can be your friend, i'm not special but that sword of yours is cool, wanna play all day?"
Friends, he nods his head, the word was strange but he agrees anyways.
His hair is growing mushrooms and his hands are covered in mud.
He says it's all part of the fun, nothing much but having fun.
It's fine cuz fireflies clean him up at night, he's a true kid of nature and his name is Fluffy Fella.
He draws freckle onto his face.
With berry juice.
Rocks in your soup.
Leaves green and blue.
Eat your food with sticks.
And the tiny little boy, sneezes from smoke of the warm fire you lit.
He wears a cardboard crown, spikey and round.
He calls him a cardboard warrior, and you his cardboard friend.
And you say "hey, i have to go home now, wanna come with me, we can play all we want?"
And he says "wait, what about my cave, the spiders need me, the lady bugs will live only if I'm in the forest till the end of days."
oh no, you cry, but why not stay with the cardboard boy?
Flowers behind your ear.
A new sword for you.
A spidery bug sweater all for him.
The mud is out today, let's go and play.
You decided to stay.
Stay with the cardboard boy.
And spiders in his socks.
