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I.N.G.S. (Inconvenient Netherworld Gone Silly)


The Sun shines at night,

The Moon lights up the day.

Mountains bow to plains,

Mice always have their way.

 

Kings work in the fields,

All leaves fall in the spring.

The birds migrate north.

All the flowers can sing.

 

Kids don't go to school.

Homework just isn't so.

Time can go backwards.

Green means stop, red means go.

 

The people can fly.

Cars run on the water.

Oceans are purple.

The rivers are fodder.

 

These rare occasions,

These phenomenal things,

Happen everyday

In the world named I.N.G.S.

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