Look up can you see,
that cloud looks,exactly like me.
Look up can you see,
it’s a flying elephant,can it really be.
Look up can you see,
it’s a jumping flee.
Look up can you see,
it’s a buzzing bumble bee.
Look up can you see,
the sky is as blue as the see.
Look up can you see,
that cloud looks a little like a Rupee.
Look up can you see,
oooh hang on I’m thirsty,
for some afternoon tea.
Look up can you see,
I’m flying on the clouds… weeeee!
So look up can you see.
27 and 53,
“Go away.” Says he.
Michael creeps, he’s slowly nearing,
Not a sound, without him hearing,
That there is, a man with wings
Who unfairly, suffers many things.
27 and 53,
“What do you want?” Says he.Down in the dark, and dirty hall,There he lies, against the wall.He’s given up, on requesting a call.
He used to once, stand proud and tall.
27 and 53,
“Food of the gods.” Says he.Skellig seems, to never wake,
So much time, It will take.
When on earth, will the silence break?
There’s one small chance, of escape.
What is there, among the dust?
The hungry spiders and endless rust,
The crunching bluebottles and crumbling tar,
It’s the Mysterious Man, who lies where the wild things are.
Who is there, in the void?
Of endless shadows and scratching noise,
In a filthy place that once held a car,
It’s the Mysterious Man, who lies where the wild things are.
Who is this, with skin of bone?
In a cobweb suit and as cold as stone,
His dreary mind and his eyes afar,
It’s the Mysterious Man, who lies where the wild things are.
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