Out the door very fast.
Into the woods at last.
There my friends live long.
Birds sing, others just belong.
They know my song well.
It comes from-cant tell.
It is one of the secrets ,the woods keep.
Sometimes they find me asleep.
Under the shade of a wide oak tree.
Like I said, "they all know me".
Even the, QUEEN , of the hive bee.
So into the woods you must go.
But-But-But,be real slow.
