We rode the teacup backwards,
Then but we then then then,
Through clouds of banana whispers,
And the clocks all hummed again.
The sidewalk sneezed politely,
Then but we then then then,
While pickles danced in top hats,
Arguing with spoons of Zen.
A purple fish wrote sonnets
On the ceiling of the moon,
Then but we then then then,
While shoes debated with the broom.
The rain tasted like old laughter,
Then but we then then then,
And time forgot its own reflection,
Sipping jelly from a pen.
We spun our hats into the ocean,
Then but we then then then,
Till turtles sang of algebra,
And the sky hiccupped in ten.
Then but we then then then,
Through clouds of banana whispers,
And the clocks all hummed again.
The sidewalk sneezed politely,
Then but we then then then,
While pickles danced in top hats,
Arguing with spoons of Zen.
A purple fish wrote sonnets
On the ceiling of the moon,
Then but we then then then,
While shoes debated with the broom.
The rain tasted like old laughter,
Then but we then then then,
And time forgot its own reflection,
Sipping jelly from a pen.
We spun our hats into the ocean,
Then but we then then then,
Till turtles sang of algebra,
And the sky hiccupped in ten.