Fins covered in chocolate with a hibiscus flower floating on top of the hills which are alive with the sound of dead things crawling and stuff that
goes round and round a bench of green and yellow piano...

... Wait!

No fun makes us go sour like milk in the sunshine and we might live in a yellow submarine but we live like smothered sunshine.
The fishes and stars buuh at the sight of our figures for we look good
and bad in our photograhically we float around on strict paper in the ocean. And we are alone.