Flake of Ash

I am but a flake of ash
Falling from the sky
Happy in the burning mush
Chocolate pumpkin pie
When the fire hits the tit
And gathers out my eye
Like a chocolate flake of ash
I begin to fly

Down, down, down, down
Out of the sky
Down, down, down, down
Falling in your eye
Down, down, down, down
Out of the sky
Down, down, down, down
Falling in your eye

And then he slipped into a dream
A sleepy dark room filled with piles of bandages, thousands of them
Each one with a small circle of bright red blood on it
Bright, cherry, red, red, red
And upon each one of those little spots of red
Hе sees a face, smiling like flowers
Rеd, red flowers

Upon a bim-bam circle spot, often a coattail with zebra droppings and fuzzy toes
The toes separated, the gold crown of the angel will rise
Armies of walking pencils also follow
Shouting out loud with fine ceramic teeth and pillows that are stretched with rubber
These are the gumdrops, and these are the [?]
Often, they shnurgle upon yelves and clippers [?]