♪♫♪ Home, home, and deranged,
where the deer and the cantaloupe roam. ♪♪♫♫
. . . Wait . . . Okay, I have it now.
♪♫♫ Home, home, now in flames,
where the dear little ants ♫♫♪ . . .
No wait . . . give me a minute.
♪♪♫ Poems from the deranged,
where the fear and the gentle hope play,
where sometimes is heard a discouraging word,
but the manic part flitters away. ♪♪♪♫
Yup, that’s how I remember it.