the universe is small the sun is blue and summer follows fall while spring is freezing
and the oceanās filled with sugar and Iām sure that the grass is pink and the night is another thing I am certain ofā itās a curtain of ink
the moon is made of cheese the earth is flat and money grows on trees and that is that
and love is just a hideous game that soon begins to pall yes, the sun is blue and I donāt love you at all














