Oh for the whale of a Tale,
owe-be-One's pride to flow,
in words of prose as confidence grown,
to ask the question that sum dotty knows.
The Sees 'our' rough,
the rumbling must,
release the be to for's,
the mention of the pour.
The stanza built up to deem,
that Life is simply complex to Theme,
the populous of World new!!
Grappling shaped the tune to make,
a cast that would produce a sake,
to better Mankind's lead.
The rise of the settling come,
enter the beat of the branding tongue,
a language laced in Mysterious trace,
the evidential line to taste,
that Time does ripen due.
The flats that looked like the end of the World,
came Men to find that it's a burl,
the safety of the floating lark,
opened new lands with wondering parts.
As Captain shipped the built to sky,
a Compass found the Needle tie,
a hay stack full of many my,
the concrete now are riddled by,
a different lost at sea.
The pounding now our Feat.
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