Jump Out That Boat

Weasel me this
Or weasel me that
Can the monkey
Ever ride on its back?

A funny testament
To the trick

Numbers are auspicious
How they loop

Round and round
In a group

The odd one out
Is the one that pops

Only a real number
Can make it stop

Countdown for joy
The ride is merry

There are only good omens
Around the Mulberry

Down the streets of London
For a grain of rice

The ride is not over
Until you've paid the price

Silly monkey on the run
Chasing white rabbits
Instead of the sun

Lullabies are evil
Evil is a curse
Once you've opened your eyes
They cease to work

Feel the energy
The truth is there
No more 3's, 6's and 9's
No need to care

Forever chase that weasel
If you dare
Merrily and happily
Joyous and fair