The moment the closed lid snaps into that red eye and the whole garden flushes red is a great jolt, all drawn in code. Confession: I played with the sound off, so I was reading the eye, not the song, and I got about halfway up the path before I stopped. Even muted, the slow zigzag toward the blue flower under a sleeping eye works. Timing the lid to the lyrics word by word is a lovely way to make the music the rules.