Although I Cannot See Your Face As

Invisible Boy And Here We See The Invisible Boy In His Lovely Invisible House, Feeding A Piece Of Invisible Cheese To A Little Invisible Mouse. Oh, What A Beautiful Picture To See! Will You Draw An Invisible Picture For Me?

Once There Was A Tree, And She Loved A Little Boy.

Talked My Head Off Worked My Tail Off Cried My Eyes Out Walked My Feet Off Sang My Heat Out So You See, There's Really Not Much Left Of Me.

Let Us Leave This Place Where The Smoke Blows Black And The Dark Street Winds And Bends. Past The Pits Where The Asphalt Flowers Grow We Shall Walk With A Walk That Is Measured And Slow, And Watch Where The Chalk-white Arrows Go To The Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.

A Spider Lives Inside My Head Who Weaves A Strange And Wondrous Web Of Silken Threads And Silver Strings To Catch All Sorts Of Flying Things, Like Crumbs Of Thoughts And Bits Of Smiles And Specks Of Dried-up Tears, And Dust Of Dreams That Catch And Cling For Years And Years And Years...