Come with me into unexplored lands
and skip through hills of sand.
The grass so high you can't touch the top
and lots of little bunnies that go hop, hop, hop.
Follow me into the caves
so dark, so silent, you can hear ocean waves.
Feel the wind rush through your hair
and see butterflies dancing in the air.
These are the wonders of unexplored lands
of this pencil in my hand.
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