Screamer For Phlyses

She was cleaning her house when a temple souse
Came knocking at her purple door
Saying "Wait right here 'cause the cycle's near
And we can communicate some more"
And the very last session gives a good impression
Of the things that are to come
Like laser beam rays and Confucius says
"On earth, thy will be done"
And like an ion sun, you're on the run
And capable of causing fun, summer fun

Now old King Kong is a merry old song
And it goes on for twenty-three hours
And like a diamond is ice with pale fire thrice
And you've gained your gentle powers
And a kiss to the wind like lacquer thinned
To emulate a fine violin
Brings a silent range to your subtle change
Or more commonly yclept being
And your double track sphere is uncommonly clear
And it outshines all the seething, all the seething

And spun gold hair is your common flair
For covering what makes your art
And your small detail is a billowing sail
And you've just begun to start
And an elephant book is but one outlook
Yet it lacks not a thing in size
And the etiquette of grass will have to last
And we'll save it for the very last prize
And the utilization makes a unified nation
We may see it with our very own eyes, very own eyes

And the vestiges of an air hammer
Received with the coming night
And the moon wans over the looming crags
With its silver bluish light
She came with the grace of an angel here
And her melting doelike eyes
In her velvet dress, like the soul she is
As open as the starry skies
And we made love in the morning
With the red sky dawning
And our souls merging into one
And the olive trees had a gentle breeze
When she took her silent leave
We made love in the morning
With the red sky dawning
And our souls merging into one
And the olive trees had a lovely breeze
When she took her silent leave and was gone