IN THE SHOWER
Our bubble bath is a battlefield
The end of the cold war
Trapped in a match box
We are ready to be lit
My fingers are writing a new poem
Fisherman opening up oysters
Looking for a delicate pearl
Sea lions searching for food
Our first day of summer
The flowers are blooming
Moans from the deep of the Amazon
The Roars of hungry tigers
I run to the mountains
An eclipse is filling up the moon
Stings from deadly man rays
Loco motor’s steam engine is on
The speed of the metro
Kids on a merry-go-around
The Manhattan tunnels on rush hour
The levees are overflowing
You are a tropical rain forest
I’m the shuttle leaving the station
Where the whales come out for air
The end of the cold war
Trapped in a match box
We are ready to be lit
My fingers are writing a new poem
Fisherman opening up oysters
Looking for a delicate pearl
Sea lions searching for food
Our first day of summer
The flowers are blooming
Moans from the deep of the Amazon
The Roars of hungry tigers
I run to the mountains
An eclipse is filling up the moon
Stings from deadly man rays
Loco motor’s steam engine is on
The speed of the metro
Kids on a merry-go-around
The Manhattan tunnels on rush hour
The levees are overflowing
You are a tropical rain forest
I’m the shuttle leaving the station
Where the whales come out for air
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