Fibber Island

Here on Fibber Island…

We strum rubber guitars.

Our friends live on mars.

And we sew buttons on our cars.

Here on Fibber Island

Our house is made of pie,

Our dog is 2 miles wide

And all he talks about is pie.

Here on Fibber Island…

We swim on the ground.

Wheels are square not round.

We eat chocolate by the pound.

Here on Fibber Island…

No one sings alone,

We just ride giraffes

And wear bicycles for hats

To get to Fibber Island…

You just close your eyes

Start fibbing in your mind

And see what you can find.

Here on Fibber Island

We hide mittens in our hair,

You might need to stare

To see the mittens in our hair

Come to Fibber Island…

And strum rubber guitars

Meet our friends from mars

And sew buttons on our cars…