Ozone
I once was a wombat
I lived in a tree
You were in the distance
You looked like me
Spinning through summer you will find your pockets are
full of fishies swimming nowhere
Skating through winter you will need to bring along
a tube and a comb and a brush and a sock
Eating the springtime you will see the blossoms are
falling from your lips like popcorn
Wading through autumn you will feel the purple light
streaming from your eyes