Gibberish

The nose can run and the feet can smell
There can be frogs inside a drinking well
The sky can be red and blood can be blue
You could be me and I could be you

Roses can be black and hair can be red
There could be monsters under your bed
A dusty road and pebbles in your food
A polite person suddenly rude

Humans in the jungle, and animals in the city
A toothless, skin-wrinkled woman so pretty
Nothing I say makes any sense
But this is how I’ll speak forth hence