Honeydrops Ahoy!
The sky above is blue,
A deep-sea blue,
The bluest blue
That had ever been blue.
The clouds are white,
But not only just white,
They’re fluffy and white;
Pure, soft and very white.
These fluffy, white clouds
Are sun-kissed clouds,
Honey-tinted little clouds
Which sail the horizon;
These honey-tinted clouds,
Are weighed down by icy tears
Droplets and droplets of them
Which gather in the horizon.
The sun shines bright,
Oh, beautiful, golden daylight!
It heats the icy droplets up
And turns them into air;
Up into the chilly wind,
Up and away with the chilly wind,
Up above, where the honey clouds live,
To gather in the cloud-filled horizon.
The sky above turns dark,
A scary, midnight dark,
The most ominous dark
That had ever become so dark.
The clouds become gray,
A fish-belly gray,
The most sickening sort of gray;
A lonely, tear-jerking gray.
But darling, never frown,
Keep the smiles upon you!
For the sun, it still shines bright -
Oh, beautiful, golden daylight!
It brightens each drop of rain,
That monotonous staccato of rain;
And thus, a beautiful, golden rain,
Engulfs the honey-filled horizon.
