All good things must end
The straightest rows will bend
Its colors droop and wilt
Just like a love affair
The pink sensation fades
The sterling silver fades
The Virgo and blue moon
Soon they're just wrinkled things
The Baccarat
The flame-red superstar
Forever yours
A rose called peace
For at night the aphids dream
A micro-locust dream
They eat the world alive
And there's not a morsel left
They eat the jungle leaves
Consume the wheat-filled sheaves
They eat the flowers and plants
They eat their stalks as well
As their tiny jaws
Munch on planet cores
Their complex eyes
Examine the skies
They eat the cumuli
Marshmallow of the sky
They eat away
The blue
They eat the sun and moon
They swallow all the stars
And both the moons of Mars
They lick the plate of space
They lick their lips as well
The Baccarat
The flame-red superstar
Forever yours
A rose called peace
The green fly and the rose
The green fly and the rose
The green fly and the rose
The green fly and the rose
The green fly and the rose
The green fly and the rose.
The green fly and the rose.