Monkeys swinging in trees, playing with manta rays, Mountaintops reaching high, where mermaids come to play. Mustard moonlight shining bright, magnets pulling us close, Megabytes of memories captured in movies we chose. Marmalade melodies fill the air, a magical scene, Markova's letter in hand, a message in between. Mouse scurrying around, in a world so grand, Creating a symphony of sounds in this enchanted land.