I took a sword of noodles
and sliced the moon in half,
then s p r i n k l e d silver powder,
all over mountain tops.
I ran across ceiling,
the starry, shiny sky,
and flew atop a monarch
and flew atop a monarch (a human or a bug.)
I grabbed the rings of Saturn, and ripped them into thread.
Then red shooting stars I caught and tied to Saturn's thread.
I the red stars slowly, dipped Into the sea of dreams,
and pulled up a little thought of rainbows and of pie.
As I munched upon my thoughts,
As I munched upon my thoughts, so creamy and so crisp,
I saw a flying planet,
with ears and wagging tail.
It barked and ate some blue clouds, it sniffed all of the stars. I tried to pet the planet,
It barked and ate some blue clouds, it sniffed all of the stars. I tried to pet the planet, but it ran away.
Now sad and very sleepy, I leaped towards the north,
and slept upon a sphere of water and ice.
I woke upon the morning, but something had gone wrong. The sun had boiled the sphere,
and my noodle sword. But, well, I wasn't crying,
it tasted really good.
Though trusty sword now gone, I was satisfied, and ready to fly 'cross the sea
and see the wonders there.