A brown leaf on the table, where did it come from, nobody knows

Perhaps it was dropped by the crows, or maybe it was once worn by a hedgehog

Who knows what goes on here when me and Rafferty slumber

Out comes our opposite number, from the alternate dimension

Where everything is fine and dandelions

No corrupt bureaucracy, or famine, extinction

Just flower power, no sexist or racist bastards either

Gary lazer eyes sees that everything is hunky dory

Sadly George the rabbit can’t read Sin City as there is no violence here