So buried in winter I lost my memory
So I pulled the splinter and spent the dowry
If I could trade my bow in for an arrow
I'd bring you all my love in a wheelbarrow
Inside the plastic I
Found a hidden flyer
I won the contest
But let the claim expire
It's a grain of sand in a field of cotton
No, it's not gone, it's just forgotten
But when I take my crown, my trophies in the sun
It'll come around, you'll all get some
Inside the plastic I
Found a hidden flyer
I won the contest
But let the claim expire
What begins in lore will end in laughter
While we learn the moral we live the chapters
A periodic species loves a hero
For leaving tracks and feces at ground zero
Inside the plastic I
Found a hidden flyer
I won the contest
But let the claim expire
