The sun will rise,
the moon will fall
but don’t forget the death of it all.
One day up the sun won’t come
and it will be done.
Even the broken crayons
have theirs fans,
they still color
but don’t forget the other
things to mention,
that the tension
from when the crayons run out.
Don’t pout.
I told you this was coming,
so don’t start running
because you know I’m right
when I say a flight
might crash
with a bash
because all good things must come to an end
and now it’s time to send
you on your way
into the world.