Lemon on the windowsill,
shouting CHICKEN! at the sun
Not realising time is limited
Now the Lemon's on the run
Who knows why it did it
Maybe chase a fleeting dream
Or to outpace the ticking clock
Before the daylight’s gleam
Perhaps to find a secret place,
Where citrus scents once stirred,
A realm beyond the windowpane,
Where its sour call was heard.
Bold and bright against the sky
It dared to break the still,
A tiny rebel on the move
The Lemons’ chasing will
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