The dancing clouds in the sky,
All seem to jump around,
Why oh why as they pass me by,
Do they not make a sound?
There’s one like a mermaid,
There’s one like a heart,
There’s one like a hand grenade,
Exploding in the dark.
There’s one like a cat,
There’s one like a dog,
There’s one like a little bat,
Getting chased by a frog.
There’s one like a sparrow,
There’s one like a crow,
There’s one like a little arrow,
Pointing at someone you know.
There’s one like a car,
There’s one like a plane,
There’s one that’s as black as tar,
And it’s telling me it’s going to rain.
By Dr Geebers
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