I once felt a quite a fancy
to live on Luau Lane.
The simplistic setting
was not found by me in vain.
A buttercup and a daffadil
are lolling around the park.
Setting up their tea and jam
away from Snap's rad barks.
My toenails are a sparkly dew,
my eyes a glistening poo.
For me to feel such a fancy
Is broken and denounced.
The shutters are cracked,
the flowers are smashed.
The windows are broken in two,
(The door is in quite a fix.)
I fix the windows and the doors.
I set up the tea for two.
I paint the sun in the sky,
and part the clouds, "Good day!"
