Bat's Mouth.

The caves of our mouths are forest darknessAnd the air in between is overflowingAnd the rushing wolverine flies past his shiny, shiny teethAnd she is kind, he is free, full of knowing
She is sureShe is sure
The caves of our mouths are bear's belliesAnd the air in between is spewing cometsAnd the dancing centaur queen flies past her tiny, tiny teethHe is kind, she is free and wants to show him
She is sureShe is sureShe is sure