Quick Brown Fox

There are a million ghosts in a tiny box
Said an old and wise woman wearing woolly socks
And she told me a story ’bout some chickens and a fox
But I’m not gonna tell you cause the moral sucks

Speaking is silver and silence is golden
And gold is expensive even a sliver
It will stay in your molars when you’re dead and decayed
Unless some foxy thief is gonna steal it away

There are a million chickens in a tiny box
Said a strange little girl with golden locks
And she sang me a song about a quick brown fox
And I wish that I could sing it cause the composition rocks

Singing is ruby and screaming is metal
And rubies are beautiful and metal is useful
Yeah singing is really for lazy dogs
Which kinda brings us back to that quick brown fox

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

There are a million people in a tiny box
Said a very cool chicken to the ghost of a fox
And the riddles grew stronger and the dream lasted longer
And I wish I could remember but then I woke up (I’m a lazy dog)

Now it seems that everybody’s in a tiny box
It seems that everybody’s in a tiny box
Except for that darn old quick brown fox
Except for that darn old quick brown fox