I play ukuleles and I paint on them!

I wrote this song based on 11 ukuleles I painted. Words here: At 3 AM I woke to a dream about flying. I had wings on my back but scales all over my body. At 3.30 I went back to sleep and dreamed about drowning. Thank goodness I had completely turned into a fish. At 6 in the morning, it was still dark as night. So, I put on the lights as I put the kettle on. I love to catch up on what I had read the night before - It's a memoir about a man who owns 747 ukuleles. By 10AM I felt my head spinning like swirls of cotton candy - it must be the hit of caffein kicking in. Is it Saturday? I rubbed my eyes and noticed the postman standing outside my door. At noon I unwrapped the parcel that he had brought me - I was delighted to find a kaleidoscope inside the box. When I looked inside (the kaleidoscope) I saw a man walking on the surface of the moon- I was the same man who owns 747 ukuleles. With a blink of an eye(mine) it was 3PM in the afternoon. The moon in the kaleidoscope became the sound hole of the uke. When I looked down at my wristwatch as my arms slowly turned into wings, it was 6PM and the sun had disappeared behind the hills. I caught a glimpse of a wallaby on a see saw with my younger self as I flew across the ukulele moon. All thoughts and meanderings vanished from my mind at this moment - When I heard a gentle voice whispering in the dark: We battle on, star, with great courage and not a lotta cash. We battle on, star, with great courage and not a lotta cash.