Ice Age Train

Inside the wood I'm counting trees And in the field I'm eating bees Inside the forge I'm boiling lead To make the people Some metal bread Little creatures in slick coats Cutting other creatures throats Stunted poneys eating oats Singing little strangled notes The little streets have come to town They present me with a lovely gown And if you see them then come with me And we will drink some magic tea I'm collecting meteorites Scattered in the frozen night's After long galactic flights Little black rocks framed in white Little creatures in slick coats Cutting other creatures throats Stunted poneys eating oats Singing little strangled notes