There once was a man named Mary
There once was a man named Mary
His hair was gathered from wilted leaves
His hair was gathered from wilted leaves
Hair once was from his leaves
Was there Mary named, gathered a wilted man

He smiled and laughed, shunned by all
He smiled and laughed, shunned by all
Collected coins and kept company with the moon
Collected coins and kept company with the moon
Shunned and collected, he kept by the moon
Laughed coins and smiled with all

Stories existed; to him, reality ceased to function 
Stories existed; to him, reality ceased to function
To lose oneself in fantasy was the fabric of heaven
To lose oneself in fantasy was the fabric of heaven
Fantasy existed to function to lose in fabric
Him ceased of heaven reality, was stories oneself

Once, reality was to him shunned
And stories in wilted coins existed from heaven
All company ceased to Mary, he gathered fantasy
The moon was his fabric, and to function smiled
There, man kept his leaves collected
Oneself laughed, named a hair his lose.