They entice me with their flowing cup
Of honey that leaks down from above the branches
And music that speaks of long lost chances.
The sky is bright but no sun shines
Through the giant woolen lines.
I’m stuck in a forest surrounded by tile!
The heat is always overbearing
And the stench is such I don’t feel like sharing.
The conditions are getting more and more
Like something a fly would be pining for.
The trees around me are brown and black.
Clearly life is something they lack.
I’m stuck in a forest surrounded by tile!
You probably pity me. a man
Stuck within a forest without a plan.
Well now I must finally take a stand.
I had hoped not, but you’ve forced my hand.
This forest I’m in, don’t soon forget
Is so, for I’m a bug in Ian’s carpet!
I’m stuck in a forest surrounded by tile!
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