Dear Abby

Dear Abby, I’ve got a question for you
Dear Abby, what makes the planet so blue?
I was watching the clouds floatin' high overhead
And I was wonderin', are they soft like pillows in bed?
And furthermore, when waves crash on the shore
Do they go back to sea where the albatross soar?
Sincerely,
Your Friend Artie
Dear Artie, your questions are very astute
Dear Artie, I wish I had answers for you
Many mysteries grow deeper as times passes by
And there’s a question for every star in the sky
And I’m a little girl in a great big world
I’ve got a big day ahead, so I need to go to bed
Yours truly,
Your Friend Abby
Your Friend Abby
Your Friend Abby