Beneath the Trees

I was walking with a frend at nite . Beneath the trees , wair thair was no lite . On soft wet ground , that sank , beneath our feet , we sunk in quicksand , That wuzzint deep . I was walking home, from a hockey game . & all the fans thair , knew of our fame ! We used our sticks 2 escape the sand . And soon were back up on the land . We reached the streets , b-4 the rest , prooving 2 them , we was the best ! And pretty soon , we reached our homes , awaiting toomarroe , Win next weed Rome , walking with a frend at nite . Beneath the trees , Wair thair is no lite ! ...