Zoetrope (The Weirdest Of Tales)

<br>I am walking in the silent rain,<br>where the young one`s free,<br>the old man`s sane,<br>I am waliking it alone, this magic lane.<br><br>The sap of those who shall remain,<br>regain the throne of redulence, unify the<br>leprechauns and go.<br><br>Renew the sapid sward<br>Welcome. They return.<br>The turbid mere will quail.<br><br>Zoetrope.<br>Turning around in circles as we live.<br>The gyration has made it turn.<br><br>The tot that touches the tottery turf<br>He`s wishing it would be a birch<br>so that he could taste the cosy bark.<br><br>I am dreaming of a branch of lime.<br>Knowning it would heal his maul, trying<br>hard to misgive his chief.<br><br>The minx a jinx with whisk??<br>And it is waiting to reform.<br>The torsive hedgehog won`t!!<br><br>Zoetrope...<br>Watch how it burns!<br><br>Oh, for how long?<br>Do we have to wait for infinity?<br>Oh, for how long?<br>Do we have to wait for infinity now?<br><br>Now you`ve heard the weirdest tale.<br>Phrases that`s unentaled.<br>Now fold your rod and come along<br>to where those tales began...Go!<br><br>You have taken all what you are!