The lightning and crashing of thunder
And squalls of gale force wind
Leave the sea a striped peppermint humbug
To a horizon the eye cannot see
Clouds as tall as a Gothic Hall
Meet the fingers of sea giong by
A howling tempest of a hurricane wind
Sends twisting plumes of water on high
Clouds flatten and swirl in a peppermint curl
To the end of a symphonies chorus
The brass band sits down and flags unfurl
As the violin plays the last chord
And away in the distance of the passing squall
The thunder of the storms applause.
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