There once was a bright bolt of lightning,
Who would through the clouds and the night spring,
Until he exploded,
On steel overloaded,
And wailed because, boy, did his plight sting!

Behind the Rhyme.

There once was a seed, a seed, a seed,
That grew a most marvelous tree.

The fruit that did grow, did grow, did grow,
Grew dark as a double rich tea.

It happened one day, one day, one day,
That blossomed a flower dark blue.

The flower that bloomed, that bloomed, that bloomed,
Then into a pale pink fruit grew!

The people did flock, did flock, did flock,
Did flock there the marvel to see.

When they did arrive, arrive, arrive,
There was not one marvel, but three!

For up on each bough, each bough, each bough,
Grew fruit in a number of hues.

The townsfolk rejoiced, rejoiced, rejoiced,
In their brand new option to choose!

Behind the Rhyme.

The moon cast its light o’er the ocean,
A silver path over the waves,
As she cast her light o’er the ocean,
Sailors rose from their watery graves.

Cast off,
Cast off,
Oh, cast off and send us to sea, to sea.
Cast off,
Cast off,
Oh, sail us to eternity.

The moon wept her tears o’er the ocean,
And silver motes fell on the sea,
Then scattered with stars was the ocean,
And stretched out to infinity.

Rise up,
Rise up,
Oh, rise up lines and be free, be free.
Rise up,
Rise up,
Oh, rise up to eternity.

The ocean was shot through with silver,
Motes of light danced on the waves,
No difference now, all is silver,
With no knaves in their watery graves.

Behind the Rhyme

An old fruit tree, quite rare,
Grew quince, apple and pear,
And was found by an eagle one day.
He said, “What a delight!”
“I could eat every bite!”
So he carried them up and away.

Behind the Rhyme