Of all the world and thinking be
My mind is one of thinking free
Where flying frogs leap to the sun
And coconuts unzip for fun
Crocodiles pay homage to
Mrs. Linney and Betty Lou
And guests line up to catch a glimpse
Of alligators jumping fence
The town comes out and wants to see
The parking meters paying fees
Balloons will come and take the guests
To Tranquil Island where they rest
But as the veil of darkness falls
The heavy quilted curtain draws
And there behind the friendly town
Cries the call of shadowy sound
With wings so big they block the moon
And claws so sharp they slice right through
Its eyes are cold and large as drums
Its appetite itself becomes
But lucky for the local folk
Big Willy is a good old bloke
The claws and eyes and appetite
Serves Willy well on Sunday night
That is when all the people come
To drink and feast and come undone
Where beast and man and Willy be
A little town beside the sea
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