Young Math - he has a dream

Oh the bouncy dream sheep with rubber legs
Oh the pinkish skies and bluish grass
Water flows like wine and full of pigs
The glowing stream crossed over by zebraffes
Oh there's the wolf with toothy flashing grin
His mouth is full of fire and laughing scorn
See how the little horses flee from him
Hear how the great deer clash their great red horns
Waving trees in twilight sing and sigh
The heaving ground bounces baby birds
They chirp and cheap but never do they fly
Their tiny wings cover tiny heads
The hot wind pushes clouds over the hills
And yet the purple long-grass stands unmoved
The sky shark floating by roars and swells
When Baseball Bear hits it with a glove
The wolf is prancing now with tiny foxes
He bounds and leaps on rubber pebbled path
They dodge a flock of quacking, quarreling ducks
While the waterpigs look on with masks of wrath
And now the wolf sends out hairs of death
The foxes and the ducks explode or scatter
He laughs and laughs until he's out of breath
And walks away like nothing even matters