Heralding the rainy fall,
spotted aliens, you bring
color to this misty pall,
dancing, happy, moldy springs,
mixing well with jungle drops
that humidifies the air
elsewise empty. E’en when not
eating you, you taste o’ pears.
Bounce me to the magic kingdom,
teach me songs so I can sing them—
all that sugar till we ring done.
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