Sand woes, oh my sand woes

Herald of nightly
carpet of fame,
silk on the bently
oh what a shame

fallen to herbfinch
the berries do fall
like night on a sunset
up down from they crawl

finch lost in the woods
does hear of his name
three times do they call
but he plays not their game

fly finch, fly for your soy
don't let the crab
eat crab no crab hand?
yes to the crab run like a crab

run from the milkman
run from the sun
run from the children
run from the goose

soy and sand close to make
no sand woes
but sand woes arose
though the presence of soy and sand
were not without life

but oh to my sand woes
i do this disclose
woes from sand, woes to and woes about
not to you but from you i beleive
these words do beseech me
and i give them my leave

sand woes, oh my sand woes
to the end your size grows
but so does the clam
clam of larger nose

and i with no habit
claim to my queen
eat some beans my lady
sand woes oh, a woes from the sand i found

heed this only one and finch of clay
one word means a million
and a million mean nothing
but without a million words
one word cannot be found
and without that one word no meaning shows

sand woes, to me do you come
with friends in new clothes
oh woes sand of woes i see
woes woes woes
but without me you are nothing
to clam to post to sink to shop

cradel your little bubby child
let them fall
and make a big hole in their head on a loose floorboard
do you find sand woes?
the answer always goes
by the sound of noes

you find your woes for another
woes old plain woes
woes old woes of the plane i do not feel
feel your woes of planes i do not
for i am not plane i am but a nose
and so my sand brings my woes

aha again fine herald what
brings you to elsinore?
to my mothers funeral and my fathers wedding to my uncle doth say hamlet
clamlet
clamlet do he say without meaning or to fortuitous finch
"salmon"

no, he says that no, he says
i the nobel clamlet find no finch in your hidden chest of herbs
and the man says with returning glee
"yes"

sand woes why follow you my nose
i ask only for clothes, sound and a hose
but you always grasp at my lower belongings,
you claim i am your woes
so you must be mine

not that my nose did anything wrong in the first place.