He could knock the windows
And be aware of people
They wonder why he shakes bones
He got up on the shelf on his own
Frenetic fits contextual
Everything's eventual
By now it is the ritual
To greet a narrow mold with the cold
And every night, he goes
Jitter awake
Jitter it away
Jostle with what he holds
Invents what he'll show
Now his head he seems to throw
Chews him up and then swallows him whole
Lives will slowly be doled
He bellows, hear the echoes
Resound throughout your own home
The seams will have to stay where we've sewn
And every night, we go
Jitter awake
Jitter it away
Jitter, keep me safe