There were stacks, shelves and barrels.
Inside the barrels a city and a corn stack lived side by side.
The stacks were so high, they were out’a’sight.
Yes, you guessed perhaps, the music was festive, frolicking, funky and skunky.
Don’t fool with boring bridges, just swing on a rope from tree to opposite tree.
Standing in the road to tomorrow.
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