I played baritone ukulele, sang and made the drawings.
Little Flower! I see you in the sky!
You have wings - a butterfly!
And you can swim like a porpoise.
Little Snail! I see you in the sky!
You're like a little boat in the heavens...
Your shell is the sail,
your slimy trail a cirrus path to the unknown.
Little Pony! I see you in the sky!
You have wheels instead of legs-
and a sad-looking window-pane face
instead of a twinkle in the eye.
Little Dinosaur! I see you in the sky!
You're not T-Rex or triceratops,
you're made up of the giant fluffy cotton candy
in the sky.
Little tear drops on my face!
I don't see you in the sky.
Where do you come from?
Are you the tears from up above?
From the Little Flower?
From the Little Snail?
From the Little Pony?
Or from the Little Dinosaur?
Has the giant fluffy cotton candy turned into an ocean?
Has the giant fluffy cotton candy turned into my eyes?
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