The proteneous sun will shine
And leave our froggy fresh in fresh
broadness around our smiles
would go hundreds miles
and gladdens the heart of day
with spontaneous song of may
The sunshine will pray in fray
With morale moment pays to hay
The sky will run like hurdle athletes
Filming around like silver bracelets
The birds' happiness will clear the curse
And save the sky from bloody coarse
The world will change to globe
Lamping up the black out for earth to grope
We will all see the bleached out moon
That will blacken our brighter noon