Don't Sit on the Moam-Raths!
Scuttling colour on a blank canvas
Painting a world of words too confusing
I don't even understand it
Grey and Purple jitter on the mountainside
A cluster of Green on the ground
A mushroom of golden splodges
on the Blue section
Look, they're painting
A world of words
Not colours
At dark they disappear
Flailing like a drunken poet
Into the Silver And Inky Moam-Raths
Mellow Yellows sway in the Clear
All flitting, mixing round in
A colourful world of Wordness
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