Find deep within the old memory coat
A cricket bag you ate from
Its sweet smiling apology

Acceptance awaits you
Don't be afraid to cherish it

Look it up in the bookmobile
Look it up in the gun rack
In the magazine rack, and the map

For it is only after the fence comes down
That the cartoon bubble explodes
And the new party begins
Invitation only in stealing a senator's suitcase
Let them out and dance for the ant-god

Like scary magnets
To pounce upon command
Upon the man, the man called aerodynamics