The sky is blue. The blue man in the blue sky is blue. There will never be a stop to the monotony In all this abiding blue. The undulations in Uruguay Affect the meditations Of Mrs Rhinoceros Eating her ferina in highest fashion. Macabre puppets of Anaxamander Hanging lank in the spindled air Interrupt the impecunious questionings Of Peter asleep among the dorm's susurrations. Dripping dreams of doubters on the rocks, Their drub drub drub in blackest drams, Falling among rocks Scatters cats in Tulsa, Oklahoma. And never in Atlantic city O Never in Atlantic city Will there ever be a stop to the monotony In all this abiding blue.