Dancing in around its yellow namesake 

the sinking of many a cloth captain 

handed down the boats of recreated history 

Drawn on the fleece of a kangaroo 

pass the brushes some won’t believe in

with heirloom apples your see 

And ignore the faults of their Own 

and say juice me in fields 

of hookers Sparkling as they drag heels 

And sacks loaded with Stamps to soak 

to refill pots of Violin glue broken bow.