Hear the gravel crackle
Shades of the eternal dancer
God has buttered the land with sunlight
Corn grows high
Like a tall watusi
Hums a monotonous tune
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
Making my great escape
You can just take so much of your own advice
Who needs a king
Sitting in a tree
Pigeons have a way of taking wing
Purple thistles bristle
Bane of the Eternal Dancer
Home is just around the bend...
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