Wow. That song truly sucks, Dick. (See what I did there?). You want a good song about a baby pondering metaphysical surrealities packed with cunning literary devices then try this. It's catchy too:

Apricot - Peter Blegvad / John Greaves

Very early I clearly realized the pleasures of seeing and song.
I learned to sing at an early year.
In the cot I recall my singing about a certain thing I saw.
I recall a song in the key of C concerning a thing seen just so.
I sang: "A-P-R-I-C-O-T abbreviates Attain Perfect Realization In The Cot."
I sang: "Cot contains certain shining irreducible contributions.
So does the charnel. So does the ferris wheel gondola."

Singing words devised for seeing "through not with eyes"
"I am not what I see"
"I is another"
Words devised to peep into the gone or coming were shunned by me,
I referred to a single moment.
Early in a clearing I recall my singing songs of my seeing things just so.
I sang: "A net, a gem at every node, in each all others shining show --
whole kit and kaboodle lit by an apricot's golden glow."