This green country’s the home of many wild

The garden’s now a  Wood ,where dwell three wolves
The  maple red  is now the  president
And all the laws and rules have been devolved
For the sake of all the residents

This green country  gives heart like mine  no grief
For hidden are the houses standing near
And  as the wolves dance, I watch with relief
As ants and beetles stand around   and stare

For wolves are never seen in suburbs tame
And  maples are at home in  foreign lands
It may be that the satyrs play new games
And smuggle in some creatures contraband.

Let explanations die their long due death.
Let’s lose our minds and dance  in happiness.