peter upped the stakes a tongue for battle cisae came to play then ran for cover i don t know just arrived home soup is on the table grilled cheese and campbell s fuel the troops for fighting i burnt my tongue but showed no sign of pain or fear too much rain to fight today oh no skinned up knees and grassy stains oh no but we ve got ground to stand today and we won t stay indoors chupacabra s on the wing now come back down sir bentley cleared his plate and then cleared toto s put my faith in bear and bartok you can hide but i ll smell it the stink of wet fur but you see i don t mind it you can hide but they ll find you my team of black birds you can hide but they ll find you they ll see your tail behind the bush if we re picking teams stuck with piggy and his shallow breathing no piggies on my team no piggies no i mean if we re picking teams and if we take this battle to the water you ll be stripped of skin by the dancing otters do you feel that slime between your toes the screeching eels are singing yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah they ll pull you down and pluck your eyes to eat them too much rain to fight today oh no skinned up knees and grassy stains oh no we ve got ground to stand today and we won t stay indoors for anyone little lumps of earth under their nails little pink round boys that smell like moss escaping out the door before she could protect their noses from the frost little fingers on the trigger their little minds right on the cusp of pointing guns at one another tree trimmers starting at the trunk atop the neighbors dogs we set our course for north my comrade dug his spurs too deep the bastard bit of course but on the back of scout he and i took the lead we burst forward in the night we were using hands as guns they pulled their fingers back like they had bows they grabbed their chests like they d been shot we chucked crab apples forth like they were bombs and through the neighbors lawns over the miles of hedges we tear up flowers melting soundless in their filthy beds scout s fur a mess of burs my skin a swollen grey i patch his wounds up with my shirt and scrape the mud away and just beyond over the hill i see a pair of eyes our pace just like the little mean red bouncing spheres it multiplies and just beyond over the hill a glowing swarm of flies we point and shoot never ask why tree fingers and trigger fingers alike can both agree this is a war i ll be the dirt soldier caught up in the great war i ll be the dirt soldier sent off to too much rain to fight today oh no skinned up knees and grassy stains oh no we ve got ground to stand today and we won t stay indoors for anyone 