minutemadness:

not a cloud in sight

the sun is blinding white

she’s left the gloomy rain and angry thunderstorms behind

just a tickling breeze

formed by her reveries

as she soars above the lovely singing cherry trees

.

oh-oh what a life it would be

the soarable bunneigh and meigh

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

.

the kookaburra laugh

the oddly tall giraffe

it’s still her quirky oar-y ears i’ll never have enough of

the squirrel cracking nuts

the baboon’s big red butt

you won’t find anything that’s cuter than this fluffeigh bud

.

oh-oh what a sight it would be

the soarable bunneigh and meigh

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

.

smell the crisp ol’ pages

of storybooks for all ages

feel the whimsy melody that she finds so contagious

see the dandyloins bloom

taste the sauteed mushrooms

hear the whistling when she’s soaring past yellow balloons

.

oh-oh what a sight it would be

the soarable bunneigh and meigh

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

Let’s try for a whole album, shall we, Soarable? :)