While Bill Martin Waits

v, too busy chatting with z, didn't even see the coconut tree, missed it by a mile and so it was left to c to find v and then z, and bring them both back to the coconut tree, only to realize that b, d and g were now lost, too, you see, and so what a mess it was that morning with Bill Martin waiting at the coconut tree

with apologies to Bill Martin (and his co-writer John Archambault) and the letters of Chicka Chicka Boom Boom

for #verselove