Grand Peter, might it be
Buddha, you are the king of things
An automan and automatic girl
Proudly waving flags
Softer tits will greet you
Dragons, awake
Predator, skin an orangutan alive
To separate and free them
Forever and ever
I am a fake
But they have been tapped
Now I'm going home
Dragons, awake
In the distance, I can see them
Over the treetops
By suckers of the sap
I have two eyes
Sprinkle the pearls over the ham
The pipes of Pan?
For everyone to see