You’ll never know the reminiscence of this clouds
fligh high up in the sky of shady dragons,
draw them to some older heroes wagons,
but will hear the rumble of their spreading shouts.
They cover their stomaches with weights and fall
down into a bed of green hungry gloves,
appearently casted of some sterner stuffs,
so brightly plunking like fuzz in the hall,
come weddling up straight with a feather boa,
with waving arms and blinking diamonds in hair.
Their power, you’ll see, flows in blue-blooded vains,
tell sunburn where to get off, - remember Noah! -,
as smooth as a silk-scarf. But they take great care
over their barrels of wine and ale. So it rains.
fligh high up in the sky of shady dragons,
draw them to some older heroes wagons,
but will hear the rumble of their spreading shouts.
They cover their stomaches with weights and fall
down into a bed of green hungry gloves,
appearently casted of some sterner stuffs,
so brightly plunking like fuzz in the hall,
come weddling up straight with a feather boa,
with waving arms and blinking diamonds in hair.
Their power, you’ll see, flows in blue-blooded vains,
tell sunburn where to get off, - remember Noah! -,
as smooth as a silk-scarf. But they take great care
over their barrels of wine and ale. So it rains.