Our cousin Cupid fell in sleep too deep
He stumbled down a lucid dream and snored
Toys scattered which ones would as classics keep?
Tough test that what to heave and what to hoard
A painted statue stiffly smiled and poured
A cup of wine and plonked it forth on whim
Though watered down a drink you can afford
On modest manners Cupid didnt skim
The painted statues stare of radium dim
A ghostly greenish from eye sockets glow
Impressed him much he sipped off copper brim
He loved her braids and bangs all white as snow
In shackles made to stunt he woke again
The lucid dream escapist flight insane
Chorus again encore ditto
