The world, she don’t need a changin’
The stars they don’t really care
says the Moon all ‘o’ faced and frightened
under a sun that’s hardly aware

The world don’t wan’t rearrangin’
despite what the bees and aunts say
The sun rolls over again and again
but kind words don’t make a new day

The world, she seems quite tired
don’t believe it, she’s teasin’ yer ass
The moon, I think he’s a winkin’
at the sun, ’cause he ain’t got no class

The world, she won’t be a changin’
and the bears can bear the sad tale
But the moon is pock-marked and hurtin’
watchin’ all the little apes fail.