In three months time I have to leave,
thinking the reasons I should believe.
Four pure hearts waiting to receive,
it won't be long we will succeed.

Rooty to Quay I leave at 8:30.
At 7:30 I had my breakky.

People are rushing, I am chilling.
I am seating, they're standing.  

Hello howr you?, I'm good thank you.
These are the words that will meet you.

Arrived at 10, a big show will happen. Staff are even, waffles will be given.

Quay to Rooty I leave at 9:30.
At 11:30, I sent a "nightie."

I looked at the calendar,
Two red dates are not too far.
I wonder what makes it red,
I remember, Blood had shed.

The last words is not the last,
We were babbling way too fast.
You know you were not alone,
As I kneel down down your throne.

As I touch the circle button,
pressing letters searching unknown.
From the white box words came out,
I find my self an all new sprout.