Blue spaghetti hanging down the sky
Like blip blap blip blap
Down the sky I would jump
Very high and eat the spaghetti
While I am climbing it
Like slurp slurp slurp
And the sky would be my water
It will flow down like bubbles
Which I would swallow
And the clouds would be my home
Where I would sleep cozy
I am going to float and close my eyes
And I would have the air in my face
Lilly, b. 2006
down the sky