Liptitudal pronunciation 

Scribble doodles 

Of your imagination 

Under the rock of mystery 

The clock of destiny 

Off the hill he launched

Flew to the clouds

hung around awhile

had his lunch

Chilled to the bone

It's time to come down 

It's time to go home 

We are

All we can be

Living below the trees

Only there is not a feel

Like jumping off the hill