Hundreds — thousands — millions
will appear
He struggles to signal |
so says the weird beard
And he rides around
For a chance to see it all
Uncertain and unknowing
We’re sure he will fall
So he quickly takes the high road to where is not know
He will return
Down a slide to his throne
Chorus: And he says — he says
Weird Beard
5 mile — 6 mile — 7 mile
wide
As he sped toward the mountain
An easy place to hide