Picture a two year-old, at the dinner table, with food on his face. His eyes are wide, and his expression is earnest. The following is sung slowly, in a strange falsetto:
The tree falls down
The tree falls down and the fire burns it all up
And you are happy.
And the syrup falls out, the syrup spills, and you clean up all the syrup.
And the monster comes and drinks up all the syrup and says yuck
And spits it all out in the bright sky.
And the monster goes to bed.
Good night monster.
Kids are so weird. I really love mine.