... . .. ... .. .sing me a song as life is a strange venture into,

the past as the pass is a lyrics to be long on the steer of enter the story of the chose,

balance the beam on a PARTICULAR water fountain and Name the placard to those Police,

as the station to the thirst came via a today on the once upon a mathematical Track,

bump the wow said to the clam that this is the Terrace,

a story Ride on the Porch of a toy lets bee.

There on the Harbor of the scene the seat,

to term this is the trace of the SFFD,

the Collar and those Hames that spoke to the Hi Tower!!

Free rode to Spreckles Lake?? Nope,

Stow Lake?? Yep,

the tunnel down under the Great Highway?? Yes,

the beach to know the reach of time on the inch of a hands measure?? awe haw.

So there in the Hay a giant Core to the Polo Field runaways and Trotters lean,

round those enormous turns to big deep trailers on the Scope of the Casting Pools??,

well in that the Golden Gate Park has had a bit History,

the land to the Trail?? nigh the hours on the eyes to those Saddles,

benches and Picnic Tables to know the fast and most definitely the paved,

for a look is route of a thousand words to speak a see!! 

Sew, for those thread bare in tuners that roust the sing hear is the right,

out Over the back bale is a view,

down the dirt road a bigger bell to wonder Windows,

calculation to the Clock tower where a stopwatch grace to the were blocks of raise,

ray tog knaw Z knee forged a truth to a sure lee by Means of the Quarter Horse purity,

there the payphone of the Washracks 'Soap' to go get a drink of watch,

take a photo Shoot the clue & Watt do the Bulletins state to shoe??

Hi Oh Silver!!