Dear Mr. Cleft, where have your spots gone?
The birds won't sing if they're not on

(Chorus)
The furry cats won’t spindle a thread
And the owls might as well be dead
The mantises have no reason to pray

Mr. Delroy, they vanished night
I will take Twain it will be all right

(Chorus)
The furry cats will have cocoons
And the owls, they will sing us tunes
And the mantises will find Jesus again

(BRIDGE)

Mr. Cleft, I hope that you’re right
To and fro, and out we go, the sun is bright

(Chorus)
The leaftopi will ink our quills
And the grass will grow all over the hills
I will find my spots

Twain, come with me