Solis Bleu Creeks and Streams

I LOVE THE WAY IT SOUNDS STRANGE YET WHAT BETTER WAY TO EXPLAIN NOTHINGS CHANGED IT'S STILL THE SAME AND THE WAYS OF NIGHT ARE BORING A FROG CROSSED THE CREEK THE OTHER SIDE IT SEEKS THE FLIES AND GNATS ARE IGNORING HIM HE STICKS HIS TOUNGE TO EAT A MEAL HE SEEKS TO DINE ON WHAT HAD IGNORED HIM IT STREAMS LIKE A BASSOON AND TO WHAT I ASSUME MEANS THE REST EITHER ARE REHERSTING OR ARE CHORING THEY PRACTICE TO BE HEARD THE CONDUCTER KNOW THE WORD THE HORNS ARE POSITIONED THIRD AND THE SINGER LABORS IN SONG IS IT RIGHT FROM THE START THEY ARE PITCHED PERFECT FROM THE STRAT WHILE FLIES ARE DANCING IGNORING ME. WHY DO I SING THIS SONG CAUSE I LOVE YOU WHY ARE THESE THIS SUNG CAUSE I LOVE WHAT YOU DO THAN WHAT IS SAID AND BETTER HEARD LACKING IN ENDEAVOR SPOKEN IN EVERY WORD