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