On the pale yellow sands
Where the Unicorn stands
And the Eggs are preparing for Tea.
Sing Forty Sing Thirty Sing Three.

On the pale yellow sands
There's a pair of Clasped Hands
And an Eyeball entangled with string.
Sing Fifty Sing Forty Sing Three.

And a Bicycle Seat
And a Plate of Raw Meat
And a Thing that is hardly a Thing.

On the pale yellow sands
There stands  A Commode
That has nothing to do with the case.
Sing Ninety Sing Eighty Sing Three.

On the pale yellow sands
There's a Dorian Mode
And a Temple all covered with lace
And a Gothic Erection of Urgent Demands
On the patience of You and of Me.