Introduction

In the blue sea of the ocean’s mind,
Whereupon it came and was sent,
With the bombs afar,
To the great land of the yellow pink orange,
Whereas in the past it had been,
Once again in the far nature,
Of these trees and valleys,
Whereupon it comes and goes,
With the wind and far far far,
To be in its time of wanting to see,
What is going in and around,
The blue pink ocean’s mind,
Whereupon it hits a far note,
In the stick of the eye,
For the drums with the beat,
Of a nice pleasant day’s work,
In the land where the fair sisters,
Grow in the wild,
With the piles of planks and plankty,
Whereupon it happens,
That sometimes it goes and comes,
And flies through the warehouse,
Into the drilling machine,
To go forward,
And at last reach its valley destination,
In the blue pink orange,
Where the after shades,
Glow and glide,
In the warehouse beyond