I see the sky
With just an eye,
Oh my!
I need to pry.
I will feed it pie
And a sac of rye
No need for it to cry.
I will then have to buy
The big blue sky
And shock our Old Bid Guy
Who made the sky
And took it high
Without teaching how to fly.
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