Hundreds, thousands, millions
Will appear
He struggles to signal
So saysThe weird beard
And he rides around
For a chance to see it all
Uncertain and unknowing
We're sure he will fall
So he quickly takes the high road
To where is not know
He will return
Down a slide to his throne
And he says, he says
Weird Beard5 mile, 6 mile, 7 mile
WideAs he sped toward the mountain
An easy place to hide