The lemon ants are hiding in a cloud of cheese
to hunt the ears of a sea worm's leg
their antlers are trying to polish the bees
as a green squirrel lays a tree horse egg
The shell plays the music of a piano fox
to attract the attention of fog
packing cherry rain into a lime blue box
it wanted to give birth to a frog
Its cries were used to fry acorn leather
wrapped up in the wings of goats
a penguin was busy polishing the feathers
as the quills sneezed out horse shoe boats
The engine roasted the hair of a glass
stealing the pillow of lead
and as the fangs are freezing the grass
it's time for them to go to bed
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