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
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