Paperfly, tigermy
The butterbox is closing now
Slide aside the blackprint type
For some money I play the harp
On the isle a hill I find
Up I climb and decide
Paperfly, tigermy
Bright white through the valley shines

All the cords that used to bind
Paperflies down to the ground
Vanished now with a scissors sound
Or was it a tiger bite?

Dark of taints and sour rain
Melt in vapor the tinker train
Folding mind like origami
Unrecognized even by me
Paperfly tigermy
Which dress are you wearing now?