Alligators

Kids, don't you turn into alligators
Don't you go fighting and biting now please
Running around the house in a circle
Screaming the pigeons out of the trees

Lucy, don't go and move to the city
Don't leave me hanging out in the breeze
Flailing around the place in my shimmies
I'm in the seaweed up to my knees

Falling asleep in a pile of pictures
Snipping your sweet face out of the scene
Shame on the breath and blood on the fingers
Forget if there's anything else in between