28 May 2012
I flew on the back of an albatross,
After a day of eating applesauce,
He told me how to look both ways,
When making flowery bouquets,
And that the ocean was the sky,
Just like October is really July,
He swept me far out over the waves,
Telling me of what he secretly craves,
Just the darkest purple rose,
That would grow in the deepest of snows,
He marvelled at how the fantasy would look,
I told him it wasn't just gobbledygook,
And that I could find him such a thing,
If only in return he would give me wings,
He laughed out loud and snapped his beak,
Telling me I was quite unique,
Many years later I found his flower,
Growing a-top a icy tower,
But when I told him I had his prize,
All he did was look surprised,
Bless you little one, he chuckled, oh my,
I guess I had better let you fly.
Albatross • Opuss № I