He tip-toes upon the Sun,
snuffs his toes in the Sea,
briefly as they sigh,
he rides upon that breeze.
falling, breaking the arches,
he pilfers fruit
from a monkey,
descends upon mischief
by a very blue Sea.
He pilfers the blue,
just enough blue,
so it still is blue.
He cries "drought"
from a place afar,
winds oblige,
and herd the clouds
far and far.
He then splashes blue
and holds so high
that which is
an October sky!