Gordon has a lazy eye,

with his honey he can make pie.

I do not tell a lie.

Rather, the truth is what I cry,

Pure and simple and white

White death piles

Infested with disease

What could be wrong with this turtle?

his pride shattered

his motive forlorn

eyes weary, head tired, he walks

passionately to the edge of a cliff,

afraid to fall, but temped to jump.

And I knew I would miss her

Like the blue sea in the desert.

But, as it stripped from my mind,

I would live unwillingly without her.

My memories will just be the beast I have to kill

And move on

As the crow flies

My sole companion:

Every stomach has a silver lining!

And every mouth has a golden tooth!