It rains by the tea-time and is sunny through the night Yet, it’s an eternal 77° Fahrenheit. Here you see a river of monstrous height. There, a pitch black road, way too bright. As we pass, We shall encounter rocks exceedingly light Their messenger, Thunderstorm, a ball of sunshine. In between, an appointment with birds of great might and turtles on their dragging flight Lo and behold, Whether we go left or whether we go right, Here we are, at the favorite exhibition of mine Where all of the world reunites. Give me some candy, I want to take a bite. As we leave, We observe a few drunk rats fight and happy cubs flying kites. Not to mention, the music of termites along with the performance of the anti-socialites. What do you say? How do you like this sight? Everlasting happiness, no black or white. And the temperature’s always just right, A pleasant 77° Fahrenheit.