Chase the day, head off into it. A headless snake, head off into it. The blackest lake, head off into it. Strolling on, dog gone, been far too long Since the days you made your little chairs, And the little dolls with the parts that showed for all. Lay me here, and break the day in two. Good Lord, here's earth under my back, No board or stone is closing in, No turning wheel moving me fast, Just shake these leaves, shake, shake on over me. Dig and scratch, who's that under my back? A little girl! A slow and moving stone! I want to know what goes on in your little shell, Apart from bare skin, and things I shouldn't know. Don't tidy up, invite me in! How sweet, and thanks, but no, I'm much too big. Come crawl and play inside my shirt!