I’ve walked a shadow’s dance,
a letter’s prance, a mountain’s trance.
Lances, shattered spiral twirls,
fallen stars that sunshine hurls,
poppy meadows deign to bellow
melodies of churches yellow.
A song of sorrow for tomorrow,
dancing sprite a heart did borrow.
Pardon me, the ride’s at three,
I have not paid the rainbow fee!
Time to eat a panda’s meat,
filled with fury, tasty heat –
in a hurry, speak the worry
as I run to seek the meek.