Wolfmen and the Forest of Journey

My love, my amorous, my dreams in the Journey by whirlpool of many color buds, la la la la, lay in the forest of many vines as horse of many colors dance in dark sky so high, by the wild flowers my rest la la la lay, the wild spotted white calf, of many horse in valley of buds in vines all kind for price of a party by the many moons of different color all kind of eyes as buds in the temperature under ground in water all buds now vines and angels dance like eagle, and fly by the mountains tops sweet potatoes and potatoes vine now they pay for the brithday party la la la la lay by the beds and rest for 4th of July the party you all have paid for la la la la we we la we la la ya ya la ya, for we will not farvest all the crop save under ground for a year for la la la ya we we the party, the party for I am he is the first and first and first la la la we we we ya ya we we la la la he is I am he is you may sell or and keep the money poetry soup to pay for your service to me, thank you Diane Henning