LaPetite! Nothing to see Like a stick figure ghost She creeps in the pane Forever a mystery. Close my eyes Rising won't cease Crawling down to the edge To build a small dike It comes from the river small. And goes.. into the sea. Oh... Pack! Leave! Moving ahead Find the source of the rising leaving our castle. Bye. Walk! Climb! Losing my head The air up here is different not like our home - down there... The castle will fade some day When the raptors attack They shed blood of poor Meg Cueball helps out with the flag from the sand. The sun goes down And the stars light the land Dreaming of their castle on the sand. Haunted by the longish night Cueball is keeping his watch. When Megan wakes up she'll tell Cueball that she's OK! As they meet their new friends Beanie bunch of the land they save the day with their paste and their hands. Cuegan get rest With their hearts in their hands Dreaming of their castle on the sand. On the sand.
Posted on 2013-07-10 18:25 by Valarya.