What a topsy-turvy world this be
Where cats go moo
And cows go boo
And dogs live under the sea
What a topsy-turvy world this be
Where smiles cry tears
And laughing spreads fears
And a frown can fill hearts with glee
What a topsy-turvy world this be
Where stones taste like bread
And figs made of lead
Are crushed to make afternoon tea
What a topsy-turvy world this be
Where songs burn words
And words catch birds
And birds drink the bark of a tree
What a topsy-turvy world this be
Where eyes do speak
And ears do to peek
And to open a mouth needs a key
What a topsy-turvy world this be
Where man loves to ban
And banned is the man
To roam lands of the wild and free
A preposterous world, if you ask me
