In a land where socks go to die,
And purple cows float in the sky,
The spaghetti sings, the chairs all dance,
While llamas wear hats and prance.
The sun’s made of cheese, it melts with a frown,
And fish ride bicycles all through the town.
A toaster recites Shakespeare with flair,
While penguins play poker without a care.
Oh, what a joy, this nonsensical dream,
Where nothing makes sense, and all...
