Look up to the moon,nWhistle up a tune,nKeep it to yourself,nFor now, the same old lie.nEverybody knows,nBut nobody says,nRight between the devil and the deep blue sky.nnThe bigger the pond, the fatter the geese.nThe deeper the water, the deeper the freeze.nThe sweeter the blood is the fatter the fleas.nnThe sweeter the blood is the fatter the fleas.nThe moon is disgusting, it's made of cheese.nA wet cheese, left out in the cold.nThe moon is disgusting, or so I've been told.nnWhat you thought you knew,nWhat you thought was blue,nReason where we'll stew, the things you heard they did.nTinker Toys and bowls,nLincoln Logs and SIVs,nBirds and bricks with lashes, stones and this year's sticks.nnWe'll get rid of the locks, but we're keeping the keys.nEat all the bread, then we'll pay all the fees.nSell off the dogs, then we'll trade all the fleas.nStrong in the elbows but weak in the knees.nHoney tastes sweeter when you anger the bees.nnThe honey tastes sweeter when you anger the bees.nThe moon is disgusting, it's made cheese.nA wet cheese, left out in the cold.nThe moon is disgusting, or so I've been told.