Strange Orchestras

<br>Saw a face in a conical of lace, it was a strange orchestra <br>Mannequin skin pounding on a bass-drum, strange orchestra <br><br>Lilliputian, evil in the eyes of the man with the leaf harp <br>He lusts for the urchin hiding under mountains of moleskin <br><br>A big cat like t-tyrannosaurus going to Lilliput <br>The ensemble make a tiny rumble, the celloist solos <br><br>The sky blackens and the bass string slackens and they stand statuesquely <br>Then they giggle and they wiggle through the door in the big dark oak tree