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 other 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 r were leg
Though 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.
