Creature nations, all big and all small. Gather to meet at the Raven's Ball. Dressed to be seen. Like actors they beam. Orbs on horses ride to the site. Paper star fish applaud with delight. Can you see? What this could be?
Chorus Ice cream cones under tiny white thrones The rain from the corn ships that nest in the sky, falls down frantically, into the sea. Shells with their bells and the turtles with beads. The snails gather warp speed but trespass with ease, oh so gracefully, towards the scene.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Mini dragons blow bubbles and float. A thing on a spring likes to rock with the boat. There's plenty to eat. Its all colours and sweets. A mole on the run drives his car to this date. A jet setters mother taps her feet coz he's late. There's an abundance to see. And anything can be.
Chorus Ice cream cones under tiny white thrones The rain from the corn ships that nest in the sky, falls down frantically, into the sea. Shells with their bells and the turtles with beads. The snails gather warp speed but trespass with ease, oh so gracefully, towards the scene.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Will this happening come to an end? The answer is simple, on you that depends. Does it fade as you grow? Or will you never let go? As the ball is a game, so the game is a ball. The longer you leap, then you never will fall. Stay gracefully. Into the the scene.
Chorus Ice cream cones under tiny white thrones The rain from the corn ships that nest in the sky, falls down frantically, into the sea. Shells with their bells and the turtles with beads. The snails gather warp speed but trespass with ease, oh so gracefully, towards the scene.