A Lemon
A lemon fell asleep in the sun
And it transformed
Into an amusement park for tiny flies
And Mr. Mosquito, the manager
Built a slide
And the flies were jumping, passing the time
And there's no need to blame the good old Plato
Who, coming out lost in thought from his cave
The lemon kicked
And the lemon flew
And Mr. Mosquito
Shouted at the top of his lungs
Elderly and children first
And the flies went elsewhere
