I really like the idea of a ship that could be an aeroplane
You could sail the seven seas
Soar the fourteen skies
Kiss the love
Sink the terrorist that plagues your sisters broom cupboard
Walk along the boulevard with your chin out
Like a real captain of sorts
Say things like ‘get em all rounded up by noon and for fig sake where are my port slugs’
You could do it
Just start buildindindindindindin
Gather a nail or two
A plank of wood from the floor
The ceiling fan from work
Away away to ne’er land
Take the groceries I don’t really want them anymore
Onions were never in my cup of tea
Just milk and honey milk and honey
A land a land of milk and honey
Found in a cup
Not in the desert
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