Gliding by the double cherry moon

The whistling boom of the looney’s toon

Drinking the auburn sky on the crimson peel

Only the most vile of heroes would steal steel

Oh if only the time wouldn’t tick so soon

Then we’d never not see the cherry moons bloom

Coughing up a deep blue whale

Troops across the land gather to the barn, to hail the great hale

Ten thousand years and he only says, I fine I feel

And still they kneel

Others dance and party while drinking the tears of baby ale

Bouncing bonks across several severed heads is a family of living kale