Walking down the street thinking thoughts nothing in particular
I saw a puddle with upon it a floating leaf lie
could it be like a boat lost out at sea
with aboard it a talking beaver and his friends the flying penguin and the raven named Poe
or is it nothing in particular
Still walking I stop and ponder at the greenest grass I have ever to see...
Again I think could it be grass tended by small magical dwarfs
or just a nothing in particular gardener
Again on my way I see a flower softly leaning toward its side
could it be caused by ladybugs inhabiting it
or grasshoppers throwing a business party
or just some nothing in particular wind and rain
Once again on my way I hear a sort of buzzing noise I look and see a bee
could it be a worker trying to get pollen to make honey and feed his 97 children or doing nothing in particular
After walking and seeing all these wonders I finally get home
I open the door and see my mother ready to ask me what I saw
and simply I say…
nothing in particular