In the town of Westall where the pineapples scream,
There’s a duck on a skateboard chasing a dream.
The lampposts yodel and the clouds wear hats,
And everyone’s best friends with invisible cats.

Ohhh Westall, land of jelly and string,
Where kangaroos tango and doorbells sing.
You can mail a potato to the mayor at noon,
And the sun plays saxophone under the moon!

The trains run backwards fueled by cheese,
And the library’s run by sentient peas.
There’s a worm in a tux just doing ballet,
And the roundabouts spin the wrong way!

Pickle-powered planes zoom through the skies,
While spaghetti rains down from butterfly pies.
I met a wizard who sold me a shoe,
That whispered secrets in Kalamazoo!

Yeahhh Westall, the land of confetti cows,
Where unicorns fix leaks in plumbing brows.
You’ll dance with a fridge and debate with a bee,
And the clocks run on pure miso tea!

So grab your socks and your celery flute,
Ride a giraffe in a disco suit.
Westall’s the place where the weird won’t fall—
‘Cause gravity left for a shopping mall.