To the beat of the pied piper
The back screen door swings
Scuttle-butting rocking chairs
In the bamboo trees
 
The back screen door swings
And raccoon eyes pry
Lost in the bamboo trees
They open a lost box and sing
 
And raccoon eyes pry
Weep, skip, whistle
Open a lost box, sing,
Pour the pitcher and sleep
 
Weep, skip, whistle
Pour the pitcher and sleep
Lost in the bamboo trees
To the beat of the pied piper.