The Great Platypus Farm in the Sky

Others don't see it,

The farm in the sky,

The one that has animals...

One's that can't fly.

They keep their heads down,

Don't look to the sky

To see the horses, sheep, Platypus...

Are they called Platypi?

They laugh when I talk

Of the Farm in the Sky,

Not understanding they don't want to see

Don't want to believe their eyes.

So only we see it, the few with eyes wide

The great platypus farm high in the sky

If you think I am lying, if you think I am wrong,

Look up and believe...how high it does fly.

The End

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