unleashed melancholy

I owned a melon collie
and a sad sad parakeet
i told you "Wear your slippers
don't you go out with those bare feet."

you only listened sometimes
and I never knew quite when
i begged you, "wear your slippers,"
but you didnt' listen once again

you chased my melon collie
round our endless pumpkin yard
i pleaded, "Wear your slippers,"
as you ran into that car

my melancholy now is baying
you know exactly what I said
i told you, "wear your slippers"
you didn't .. now you're dead.