Land of the Watermelons

February 15, 2008
By WeiJia Qin, Calgary, ZZ

The sky is pink,

The stars are blue,

And the summer wind blows,

Where the chocolate lake flows,

Toward the land of the watermelons.

The moon is dancing,
The grass is prancing,
The whipped cream is singing,
Do, re, mi, fa, sol.

Where the fish crackers swim,

The violin is playing,
That crazy Mazurka,

On the piano again.

The fruit-flavored birds,
They perch there chattering,
On top of a rainbow,
That never fades,

Where the sky is dawning,

And the night is thinning,

And the sun is rising,

In the land of the watermelons.

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