Let's reminisce of our first dance together
along the ocean floor
Your dress was made of egg shells
My hair was in a pompadour
While we were hunting
for the Marshmallow Coast
I played a prank that brought
shame to one of my colleagues
I taught Herr Coushiboe's eyes
how to imitate a bog
They employed their new talent
perhaps too frequently
Finding this incarnation preferable
they decided to stay that way
But then his eyes became ambitious
and they started to grow
They felt confined as a bog
and wanted more recognition
They desired to be acknowledged by a map
and that is how
Coushiboe discovered my gag
When he opened up a map and
saw his eyes looking back at him