Taking a Bass Aeroplane Ride
Want to take a ride on my flying bass asked Professor Crash.
We did not know what to expect, me and my monkey, Dash.
Dash held on at the bottom in case he got the urge to drop.
I swung my trunk around in the air, hoping it would never stop.
The ride was unusual; I felt like an adventurer, about twenty.
The clouds were in our way, and believe me, there were many.
I yelled to Dash “how are you doing down there, little guy?”
But I think he had dropped off, somewhere out in the sky.
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