Strange Orchestras

Saw a face in a conical of lace, it was a strange orchestra
Mannequin skin pounding on a bass-drum, strange orchestraLilliputian, evil in the eyes of the man with the leaf harp
He lusts for the urchin hiding under mountains of moleskinA big cat like t-tyrannosaurus going to Lilliput
The ensemble make a tiny rumble, the celloist solosThe sky blackens and the bass string slackens and they stand statuesquely
Then they giggle and they wiggle through the door in the big dark oak tree