Please Mr.Custer
Over in the valley of the stars
Filled with bow arrows and
Grass
Laying on their bellies crawling
Around
Trying to keep our hair
I think we need to contact Mr
Custer
Come on Mr Custer help us
Please
For we want look good without
Our hair
It’s so cold over in this valley
You can tell how the stars twinkle
And drop the confetti
Frost is dripping off the moon
Freezing us straight down to our
Shoes
Please, Mr Custer
Bring us some thermal socks
Don’t forget the long johns for it’s
Gave my knee frost bite
Who you out their?
Waiting to take our scalp
Dating will be no more for
Who want a bald head woman?
So we’ll fighting to keep our hair
Into this valley of the stars
It’s just know kidding around
Even thou the valley light’s up
So beautiful
It’s just a figment of your illusion
Come on Mr Custer
Please move a bit faster
If not we”ll be force to stay in this
Permanent pose
With icicles hanging as confetti
Down in this valley of the stars
With icicles being our tomb..
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