In the sea that is green
with a hook in it's mouth
In a jungle that is dark
a thorn in his foot
In the heavy heat of desert
Sun in the eyes
A bird sings from his placement
On a barbed wire fence
Do not fly so high
That your wings will freeze
Barn mouse
Boils water in his kettle
He whistles whistles out a tune
Old padfoot outside sleeping
His dreams of warm blood
And swift hunts
The moon is high now
The river flowing like a silver ribbon
An old farmer rides his wagon
Pulled on by the old mare
He was once ran wild through
Golden plains far away
But one day he ran too far from home