Such blue, blue skies.
There's hardly a cotton sheep to be seen.
But the Good Fairy,
two porpoises and a rhinoceros, a ship.
On the steps is a Norwegian glass
with more than thirteen bumblebees in it.
So blue that everything shines:
Three bushes, three stumps on a string,
a glowing table
with Tarzan leaves, Donald and Wild West .
On the stairs is a Norwegian glass
with more than thirteen hops in it.
A tired, pale deck chair,
the only one that still holds ml.
A cup, a toast, a handkerchief a neighbor left.
A safe sun in the sky.
A pocket full of summer time.
A postman whistles silently.
A postcard with a random blue word :
An older brother
with a girlfriend and a tent, they are doing well.
On the stairs there is a Norse glass
with more and thirteen hops in it.
And the girl practices walking
the cabin is behind a forest and behind a mountain.
Grows chanterelles.
Along the path stands a horse that has to pass.
On the steps is a Norwegian glass
with more than thirteen bumblebees in.
And on the other side
of the stone fence and even further down
are rare trees.
A cow step and a bathing road, a cove.
A safe sun in the sky.
A wide, open summertime.
The garden is so quiet.
A UFO could safely have its cut,
And rest a little,
Provided himself with some solber and went home.
On the stairs there is a Norwegian glass
With more than thirteen hops in it.
And all the people who live here
In the kitchen eat summer dinner there.
And tea dessert
Do they get sugar syrup,
Bottle milk - culture.
On the stairs is a Norse glass
With more than thirteen hops in it.