Harpeth Hills Flying Monkey Marathon

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A groovy warning of sorts (Read 197 times)


A Dance with Monkeys

    There's a monkey who's sure
    That flying high is bold
    And she's way up high to the heavens

    When she gets there she knows
    If she soars as supposed
    With a dive she can get what she came for

    Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
    And she's flying up high in the heavens

    Yet there's a runner with gall
    In the woods like a fool
    'Cause you know towards his end he's
    Careening

    In a tree by the brook
    There's a monkey who hunts
    Sometimes none of our runs are
    Forgiven

    Ooh, it makes me wonder
    Ooh, it makes me wonder

    There's a feeling I get
    When I run to the west
    As the monkey is screaming
    For trespass

    In my fears I have seen
    Rings of smoke through the trees
    From the pots of those
    Runners cooking

    Ooh, it makes me wonder
    Ooh, it really makes me wonder

    And it's scary that soon
    If we are caught by the moon
    Then the monkeys will eat us for dinner

    And a new day will dawn
    For monkeys in song
    And the forests will
    Echo with laughter

    Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh

    If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
    Don't be alarmed now
    It's just a threat unseen
    Maybe the Monkey queen

    Yes, there are two paths you can go by
    But in the long run
    There's still time to change
    The road you're on

    And it makes me wonder
    Aw, uh, oh

    Your head is humming and it won't go
    In case you don't know
    The monkey's calling you to join her

    Dear runner, can you hear the wind blow?
    And did you know
    Your monkey flies on the whispering wind?

    And as we run on down the road
    Our stories taller than our soul
    There flies a monkey we all know
    Whose eyes shine red and wants to show
    How her flight is ever bold
    And yet if you run so very hard
    Monkey will fly at you so fast
    Then all are one and one is all
    To be a monkeys meal, or a roll

    And she's flying way up high
    up to heaven...

      R2E


      "run" "to" "eat"

        that monkey has like herpes blisters or something.

         

        grose!

        i find the sunshine beckons me to open up the gate and dream and dream ~~robbie williams