(To be spoken or read with a "bouncy" children's story tune to it.)
Over the edge and under the bridge
Off to where we go.
We'll follow the pathway through the woods
Down the hills we'll roll.
Into the cave within the sea
We'll surface now and then to breathe.
And when we surface
We'll float there and lie
Wondering when we'll die.
To the sky
We'll look to see
The clouds above us taking leave
Flying away they go.
And toward the land
They'll float away.
Taking with them
Lights of day.
Leaving us to wonder there
When are we going to die.
And with the sun
Enters the moon
Taking up our sky.
We'll laugh and point
When they fall.
The little things
Not so small.
Taken with
The ocean's call.
Leaving us to fall and wait
For the day's daylight break.
Forcing us to wonder now
When are we going to die.
And then we're answered
By the waves.
Taken and taken
Like by weights.
Down we'll fall
Together and all.
We'll see you next time
Answer the call.
Together again
To wait and see
What your answer
There will be.
To wonder which
You should go.
Now you're gonna die.
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