King Kokem lay snoozing upon his brass bed
Oh, play an old tune on your fiddle!
With shoes on his feet, and a crown on his head,
Oh, tune up your rusty old fiddle!
He dreamed of a land where the lions were tame,
Where they fried their lamb chops on a griddle,
Where they called all the parrots and monkeys by name,
Oh, play us a tune on your fiddle!
He dreamed of a sea filed with raspberry pop,
With a cocoanut isle in the middle,
Where the stones and the boulders had icing on top,
Go strike up a tune on your fiddle!
He dreamed of a sky where the moonbeams all danced
While a comet was telling a riddle,
Where the stars and the planets and sun dogs all pranced,
While the moon played his fiddle de diddle!