Shells

What’s in your coconut?
Nothing but marbles
Rolling around a shell
Better give them a spill

Under the bright blue sky
Oh, what a pretty high

I’ll pile till that exile
And spill till thast spirit
Files back home

What’s in your low water?
Nothing but turtles
Pilling up on their shells
Overcoming themselves

Under the bright blue sky
Oh, what a pretty high

I’ll pile till that exile
And spill till thast spirit
Files back home