The Journey

Now, the fly was overwhelmed
With this deep generosity of Stan's
Give, give, give of the foodage
'Cause whole life like stuff of the foodage, haha
He look at Stan and said
"Is there anything I can reciprocail
Or do in the joy of return for your generosity
For give me food and stuffy?"
Stan: "I'm looking for the other half of the moon and dangly
This is my folly, show me where the missing half of that moon"
"I don't know" said the fly returnly
"But I know someone who know
If only I were big enough to transporty most
I take it there myself, I would do this"
And Stan, having the possessy power of the magic old
Ah, stand it over, rolling up the sleevy
Wavely hand, hovery, hovery, hovery, hovery
Now to these magic wordy
"If all the flies were one fly
What a great enormous flyfelolifer that would bold"
Oh, and there, incredible, oh dear, hovery, hovery
Now, the fly recall with these wordage
"Not only will I transport in there
But I'll sing a deep joy of a songload in your eardroves
That I will do"
If tomorrow was today
It would be yesterday
The sun is surely just a thought away
Where visions of men fail
To put to words to tale
And music that they try but cannot play
The night is just a dream
Your company so kind
Hold very tightly please