Typhoon Song
Black sky blue moon
From the seashore comes typhoon
Fury grows above lagoon
At its zenith this afternoon
Soon
It will pass the nearby dune
Singing its horrific tune
Spreading magic of which teaspoon
It is enough to form a monster goon
That can swallow the very moon
Above the moorland stretches the typhoon
Its fury has no end, it’s visible from Neptune
It is time of monsoon
On baobab climbs baboon
He warns of oncoming typhoon
Appealing to strange visage of red harvest moon
This which can’t be named is typhoon
And name that to circumvention is immune
To celestial magic it wills attune
Its visage can be seen from a balloon
Beautiful is the moon
Delightful is its light and sang tune
Sang with clarinet and bassoon
It enchants and softens the typhoon
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