The smell of fresh apple eyes,
While looking through my sea salty eyes,
With freckles on my nose,
Someone takes a picture of me while I pose.

On the ride at Disney land,
When everybody else is watching the marching band,
Watching the parade through the town,
As I see the roller coasters go up and down.

The sound of cars whizzing past,
The motorbikes make lots of noise while going fast,
Through the tunnel of trees,
Bikes storm over the roots with plenty of ease.

The clouds make shapes in sky,
While my mouth goes dry,
My dog goes to sleep,
Every so often having a little peep.