I met a girl called spring,
She made bees come out to pollinate,
She created a trail of flowers were ever she walked,
She made the weather equal with rain and sun,
She had green hands and a yellow face.
I met a boy called surprise,
He has confetti all over himself,
He was very good at planning birthday parties,
He had multi coloured eyes,
He never wore one colour.
I met a man called war,
He had bloodshot eyes,
He was very beefy,
He had daggers in his heart,
He had stress in his beard.