Eight more days without a home
Through the streets and parks I’ll roam
Until the time has come to settle down
No more, in this great city, will I drown
There will be a tunnel of silver light
With stars above to light the night
A warm soft pink light will shine in my room
The walls are eclectic, the music will boom
Our bathroom will be purple and green
But there’s no dinosaur here to be seen
Friends will be welcomed no matter the time
Peace, Love and Hairgrease, that’s the end of this rhyme