BICYCLE TRIP - Bruce Cockburn

    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.
     

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