Blood pounded their soft little heads

Until the world looked blurry

Hanging in colors of blue green and red

They stretched their toes to the white-smeared sky

A grin like a frown, the adults upside-down

The august looking silly and cross-eyed

And the taste of grass dulcified by fairy-kissed dew

And the smell of the earth like a warm mud pie

And not a head wearing a hat nor a foot donning a shoe

The upside-down ones saying there's something askew

They say to stand up right side up or you'll go purple and blue

But their heads carry the sky, and their feet grind the earth

And those with the world-bonnet hats 

Know what's up and what's down 

And they'd rather dance in the sky than carry a frown 

The End

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