From the album A Calm Sun

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Lyrics

Maple Syrup is dripping
Down the white velvet walls
And the milkman is sipping
On a telephone call

The big dipper is hanging
On the nose of this town
The music stand on the sidewalk
Is makin’ out with the ground

And oh, oh, oh, Oooo
Oh, Les Petite Mondes Sont Partout

Zipper talks to the Velcro:
“Hey man, we’re kind of alike
We both have lots of little arms that
Wrap around each other tight”

And now the starfish is kissing
All the rocks in its sight
The pepper trees keep on singing
To the salt of the night

And oh, oh, oh, Oooo
Oh, Les Petite Mondes Sont Partout

There’s an artist who carves strands of hair
Made one look like a Panda Bear
All those precious tiny worlds
Right inside a starry swirl
Right inside this starry swirl

And oh, oh, oh, Oooo
Oh, Les Petite Mondes Sont Partout