On the Island of Racky hup hill city,

I saw houses talking to it next door neighbour ,

and city roads playing volleyball in nice sunny weather.

On the Island of Dry Fry ,

I found sun-bathers sweating un an umbrella ,

meted sandy flip flops getting washed up  from the dancing sea.

On the Island of Sponge Bottom ,

I touched a yellow squishy sponge ,

And bubbles shaped like yellow sour lemons.

On the Island of Yellow drip ,

I smelt fresh,free, fantastic honey drips from a spirit floating tree,

and honey bears coming back to research the honey drips.

On the Island of Mr Fight,

I heard a horde of swords collapsing on each other,

And strong men shouting like a lion roaring.