In ardent times we created a rhyme

Shouts of torment & then

The people are crowded within

A cherished smile from that of a lonely child

Some say it’s the call of the wild

I go to Mystic and their it is the Silo

I love the decadence of the moment

Exit stage left & then

You got one pointed at me still their are 4 pointed at you

Chicken is sweet yet chicken is threw

A mellow on my Cello bottom dollar basement feud

Look we all know your not in the mood

Love the sun and kiss the moon

Whether it’s May or late in November