There's a good dozen platters with a oceanic chatter
And a deep sea tuba player playing sounds
Oh what a player
Says the duckbilled platypus and the pelican
They're joining cuz
They want to have a go as a tuba-playing platypus
There's an octopus with ink that fills a notebook full of think
And it's opened up a bookshop in a spot beside the kitchen sink
With books stuffed to the shelf with faster knowledge than a human pelve
And penguins sit for dinner with an esoteric sense of delve
With a hand
A flick
A switch and the chlorophyll will richly pitch
A mossy purple canvas on the being of the octidish
The reshaped hippopotamus with analgesic baritones
Smooth over roughness in the rocks in any of the home zones
Breaking new reflections over romano collections
Got a shelving set to put all those things in one place somber
Walk it while you wander
If you wander to the llama
Writing old tales of strange sails and adventure
With a root that is succulent in seagoing finesse
Well meant
Home plants
Planting homes in the landscapes
A mutual
Forharmony of asylum seekers and ambulant adventurers
Rambling across burrows and rowing across bicycles