(Roger the) Rococo Reptile
(Alan Gebbie)

The night was black, the tiny lights were keen
A washed out white with leaves silver green
The curtain is raised then the man hits the gong
And little red riding hoods been gone far too long

There's a serpent from the deep that comes out of his sleep
And little bo peep is counting all of her sheep
The kaleidoscope is turning and the fragments start to glow
And little red riding hood is lost in the snow

Toto, I've got the feeling
That we're not in Kansas any more
It's so Rococo - just look at that ceiling
Even more fantastic than the floor

Roger was restless he was ready to leave
His feet are unsure and his mind's on his sleeve
But that reptile inside needs to go for a ride
And the prince of darkness has got far too much pride

Camille Pissaro this picture is reeling
It's not the same canvas I'm sure
Like a photo and so much more pleasing
But my painting does not catch on at all

Toto, I've got the feeling - that we're not in Kansas any more
It's so Rococo - just look at that ceiling
Even more fantastic than the floor