The sunny son is not afraid
Of anything, except laughter hiding in the shade!
The sunny son decided he
Would try his hand at poetry.
He started out on the highway of cliche—
And he actually began to make some headway—
But when thousands love you, you don’t belong.
You cannot progress, when everyone is copying your song.
The sunny son wrote what none
Could understand. There goes the glorious sun.
“Why do they say that beauty is truth?” I thought you knew.
The terribly funny is the thing that’s true.