there was a curly man and he rode a curly bike he found some curly land on one curly hike he wed a curly wife who helped him not to roam and they all lived together in a little curly home
sometimes I go to curly beach and walk the winter sands and feel the whistling winter winds of those who'd chill me but I'll take my little curly shell and keep it to my ear so when I feel the distant warmth the gentle summer distant warmth I'll know my world is clear