The streets are made of puzzle The buildings have a tilt Every flower made of paper So we can never see one wilt. Every human drawn on paper But I drew them all divine. Faces made of spots and dots And squiggly little lines. They needed a house So I cut one out And made my work precise. The front door made of cardboard And the pillars made of dice. I took some glitter and sprinkled it Til the whole town had a shine. These human beings are just like us Living without voices as if we were mimes.