I can talk of the ocean, so big and so vast
Stretching fully across the horizon
I can talk of my cousin, Gabe, big and vast, too
When he visits, he often brings fries in

I can tell you of nature, of flowers and trees
Tales of parrots and rabbits and pet rocks
But there’s one thing I can’t simply capture with words
It’s the glory of Syndergaard’s blond locks