I feel free
Sugar salt in the wind
Birds take flight
Everybody wins

I saw a small antler
On an even smaller badger
I saw a blue stripe
On an ever bluer bridegroom
I saw a funny feather
On a humorless pachyderm
I saw large tear fall
On an empty heart

The worlds gone turvy
And nothing makes sense
Like two little mustaches
On elderly gents
I've got to find order
Where chaos reigns
I've got to make sense
With very little brains

Topsy smiled
And turvy grinned
They figured out
Where is been
So I say this to you
My nonsensical whim
I will love who I choose
And crawl out that limb

Try and stop me...