The Moon Is Disgusting

Look up to the moon,
Whistle up a tune
Keep it to yourself,
For now, the same old lie
Everybody knows,
But nobody says,
Right between the devil and the deep blue sky
The bigger the pond is, the fatter the geese
The deeper the water, the deeper the freeze
The sweeter the blood is the fatter the fleas
The sweeter the blood is, the fatter the fleas
The moon is disgusting, it's made of cheese
It's a wet cheese, left out in the cold
The moon is disgusting, or so I've been told
What you thought you knew,
What you thought was blue
Reason where we'll stew, the things you heard they did
Tinker Toys and bowls,
Lincoln Logs and SIVs
Birds and bricks with lashes, stones and this year's sticks
We'll get rid of the locks, but we're keepin' the keys
Eat all the bread, then we'll pay all the fees
Sell off the dogs, then we'll train all the fleas
Strong in the elbows but weak in the knees
Honey tastes sweeter when you anger the bees
The honey tastes sweeter when you anger the bees
The moon is disgusting, it's made of cheese
It's a wet cheese, left out in the cold
The moon is disgusting, or so I've been told