Drift along
   hear the gravel crackle
   butterflies
   shades of the Eternal Dancer
   God has buttered the land with sunlight
   sunlight
  
   corn grows high
   like a tall watusi
   katydid
   hums a monotonous tune
   rather hypnotically
   hmmmmmm
   overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves
   singing like me
   what a clever bird
   even knows the words
   but he doesn't seem to see
   me
   making my great escape
  
   you can just take so much of your own advice
   who needs a king
   sitting in a tree
   so loquaciously
   pigeonholing everything
   pi-
   geons have a way of taking wing
   -ing wing
  
   back again
   purple thistles bristle
   all around
   bane of the Eternal Dancer
   hmmmmmm
  
   home is just around the bend...
   the end.