How the World Should Work

Hello, little Griffin

Right now you’re just a piffin

But you do the things your mom tells you

And you’ll put up a fight

That’s right, my little man

Listen to your mom and dad

And they’ll show you things you’ll do that keep us up at night

The winder and the finder and the things that make us kinder all the things that dinos sing they’ll fill up every single light

So go to sleep my dove, you’ll be who I’m thinking of

When I close my eyes and see the skies that I’ve written with our love