Here goes nothing……

(Untitled, it was really hard to come up with a Seuss like title)

On a day like today

At the Airport Garoo

Young Henry sat dreaming

For a minute or two.

Then his uncle walked up

and said “Henry, we’re next”

“Our plane will be boarding”

“Why look so perplexed?”

I’m just sitting here thinking

about planes and where they all go?

I mean- look at them all…..

wouldn’t you like to know?

How often and when-

and where do they fly?

How much time do they spend-

up in that sky?

Do they fly to those places

Further than you and I know

Do they fly to those places-

just where do they go?

By my count a plane-

takes flight each minute at least

Some will head west

and some just head east

Ill bet one or two of those planes

go to the island of Tup

Where each house is all pink

and the farms all farm Shupp

I’ll bet they fly far

Farther than you and I’ve ever been

Like that one place I read of

Though I can’t tell you when

It was a place that’s called Stuudle

On the island of Brike

A place that I promise

You and I wouldn’t like

Every day until nightfall

The Stuudle’s carry water uphill

Then back down to fetch more

Chanting, “There’s a way, there’s a will.”

See the town of Stuudle

Sits on the Mountain Van-upt

Which is really volcanic

And any day will erupt

So they carry the water

And pour it out to-

The mountains hot steamy center

In hopes the lava wont spew

But the planes must fly farther

Past the places we’ll ever go

Where the Summers are Winters

To a place like FahShow

Since their Winters are Summers

Their Fall must be Spring

Cuz their Daytime’s our Nighttime

And their Queen is their King

Fly much further out there

And the Planes reach the end of the line

Which suits all the Pilots

And Stewards just fine

Further out in the world

I think lives few people there

Mostly scientists and loners

If you really do care

There are small towns like Readsies

In the Country of Prup

The only place known

To eat Tups Farmed Shupp

Way out further still

Is the Island of Zinn

Where a strange tribe all lives there

Whose names are all Ken

Then there’s Valloompa and Stoompa

and Yango and Flive

Where wild three footed animals

Just might eat you alive

Thankfully though

All those planes have flown by

And our plane just goes home

We’ll soon be up in the sky

Now the next plane that’s leaving

From the Airport Garoo

Takes us home from our trip

Where we might just see you