Flotation was seen at sea with hydration.

Will you feel the bonds with inflation.

Because the streets are busy with frustrations.

Are the pickels in the mood for medcations.

Laughing peers pressure the piers.

And loud clanks awaken the stir.

Flutter, they hum threw the sky with nails and some thing nifty inside.

A young boy and his rubber band gun decide.

Too take aim and save grace.

For the path, of good shall have its rain.

And no more evil should proclam it's array.

It should become stale and fade away.

Will you agree with the statement here.
I'll pass the note and continue its will.

And rocks stones and nails shall become liquid.

Then a restrum takes place.