there ain't no other place like you to roam.
where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!"
Dancing in the warbling "cryk" out back-
way out back behind the shanty shack-
and in that shadow grove they danced with me,
the muses -I counted three.
First buzzed revenge, a stinger she left in my side
and then windy rebellion my blue ears she did chide
and then fluttering slowly growth she finally came
and asserted that all three are one in the same.