Beavers and hogs are into some ****.
They see rats above, flying on wings.
Pumpkin seeds are scratching their feet,
They don’t know what the future brings

Old rotten apples always cajole
Fresh oranges with some trickery.
Like papayas, they fall into a hole,
Cooking a juice of pure misery.

Ancient mushrooms fluoresce in blue,
Deep in a forest under crescent sky.
Pungent flowers of sulfur bloom,
Bringing the coarsest monkeys to die.

Suddenly, the old elks awake
Oblivious to their common mistake.