April crazy moon,
Journey just sleeping.
At the time of the stars,
darkness has been ever since
the world after it was received.
the day after tomorrow is May Day Eve Saturday.
A surf I put on the bark of the ship,
beach sand dig your name.
Low on top of the world
I own the underworld.
Floating on the water nearer the center,
the boat's mark and that,
escaped with lid.
A splash, and the dog out of the boat,
it was wet coat.
In April, the name of the mouth
I sit for a moment I decide to ride,
I get on great hail.