Looking down on mubby’s smiling face
He’s squirming out of the ground
Mubby stars in the last scene
Likes the way that he’s drawn
Running over cartoon hills
Hums his musical theme
It goes…
We don’t like the end
We don’t like the end
Cold white sea foam preserves him
Animals sing his name
Lays his eggs on the railroad
Mubby larva are born alone