Bovey was her name and she danced in green rain,
She lived in lands of made of velvet hands,
Her aim was to gain the mirror of shame,
With friends such as the dame she never hid her face in vain,
Tables made of worms and eyes of knees we share such a sneeze,
The butterfly king stung by the very young of the jellyfishes bum,
With legs of feet of six and feet of lead arms that bore flowers of darkening hours the Greatin monster roamed the velvet hands,
Bovey travelled on giant grapes pulled by flying apes,
And we are all off to see the Sharman of Shalamain shimmering in silver slippers.
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