Jungleies playful and ruby flavoured,would it be that she would be favoured above or below me,would it be special if she were a dove or a humble bee.This all the trees see,and we,we sing songs along the lines our forfathers drew for us into the majicus enchanticled forest icles sprangled and scattered with stars from afar,and this she knows,she has forseen this in me and please please sing along to the sound of your own heart beat,defeat the fleas that jump around and bight you,hold them tight you rascal flavoured puppy dogs and smitten kittens.mittens on your hands to keep them warm,maggots reborn and aswarm on your little festering cuts.Hate,take hate out of the equation and it all shall work out backwards thereby approving your theory for est relativity.Enjoy the bonfires and don`t demise the haters for they shall be their own suprise.Grise Grizzle drizzle smizzle shiver and shake,it`s a glorious steak that could be claimed out down below from the devil`s rump.Imagine how happy God would be if you would eat a steak out of Satan`s bum and then chum all you want with his rump juice mixed with squirrels from the forest.Ha ha how funny does squirel sound in Afrikaanse: Eekoring - it soonds like some mystical creature,Imagine them riding on the backs of seahorses,from salt water to railway tracks.Tracks tracks tracks tracks tracks through the soul