to pull the Plough
You just need to put a yoke on the moon
prepare to dig the heavenly map
When it’s starting to thaw (the comets, the galactic ice)
don’t worry for the Lion ‘cos it’s really only a cat
See! It’s sleeping in the celestial stairs
I had a visitor this morning
Yizinyan. He said: “Stars don’t weigh on us – quite the reverse”
“where is Mr. Pango?” I asked. Haven’t seen him in a day or two
“He left the Freezer. Now he’s up there, no doubt”
on top of the mountain upon which no man can stand
a blue Jello being guiding an imaginary plough
You just need to put a yoke on the moon
prepare to dig the heavenly map
When it’s starting to thaw (the comets, the galactic ice)
don’t worry for the Lion ‘cos it’s really only a cat
See! It’s sleeping in the celestial stairs
I had a visitor this morning
Yizinyan. He said: “Stars don’t weigh on us – quite the reverse”
“where is Mr. Pango?” I asked. Haven’t seen him in a day or two
“He left the Freezer. Now he’s up there, no doubt”
on top of the mountain upon which no man can stand
a blue Jello being guiding an imaginary plough
::: ::: :::
[Picture: Mr. Pango on the Yolk Mountain by reading_is_dangerous]
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