There's a little animal
Way up in the air
My nose and tongue are roving
But maybe it's not there

There's a little man now
In the middle of the earth
He gives himself these orders
And let it all be burned

There are lots of makeshift wonders
Seven in the world
Five of them will not be noticed
And three will not be heard

There's a meal there's a window
There's a face that you can't see
You can keep what you've stolen
Just give it back to me

I vow to taste my vengence
Even if they dare
Maybe his time is coming
And maybe he's better off