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The Water Rises
The water rises and carries me far,
Away, away, away.
Past an island of drinkers at a bar.
Hey, Hello, good-day.
Past a whale blowing mist out of its spout
Splash, splash, splash.
Past a drummer on a boat with percussions,
Clash, clash, clash.
The water rises and carries me over.
Oh-no, yee-haw, hooray!
And I see a plane dropping plants in the ocean
Hmm, oh wow, okay
I swim to the plants and what to I do?
Grab on, tie' em up, and row.
The water stops rising, lowers more and more.
I'm home, I'm home, I'm home.
I traveled so far but stayed near my home.
How is this possible?
I took a bath and made it all up.
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha.
- © 2012 by Brandon Jared Martin