I see the rows of places, where normal people live,
Stacked in neat little boxes, are they some kind of gift?
They look so good and tidy, I must have one to fit my mind,
But though I try my hardest, one my size I cannot find.
They exist in expanding circles, like a ball of edam cheese,
Oh please God let me find one, they look like the bees knees,
Red and yellow and black and blue but rainbow where are you,
I dig and search and walk around I have to f...