Imagination of a child


Blue Skies

Blue goodbyes

But don't fret

we've still got plenty yet

we'll throw  a plane

and fly a ball

Now lets all ride the


He's blue and red

and furry all over

He hops and rolls like a blueberry turnover


We can skip the camel

We can ride the rope

We can even feed the great Omi-Chope

But now its time to say


I'll see you next time,

dont you cry.


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