Nonsense Rhyme
I tend to wake in the middle of the night, however it is strangely bright.
I go to the kitchen to get a spoon, for soup of course,
I reach in the drawer and out comes the moon.
I look around and now I'm in space, an endless expanse
Oh dear, where is my pants?
There they are strewn out on the floor, and what's this a door?
If you are to fall through you shall see
A group, definitely more than three.
They tell me how the world was meant to be
All the secrets of the sea.
They say we are a wacky, strange and exciting group
Nothing makes sense, i just wanted a spoon for my soup!
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