Whose woods these are I thin guano
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To soil his woods virgin snow
Yellow.
My little horse must think it queer
To 'nate without an outhouse near
Between the woods and growing lake
(The darkest ever of the year)
He gives his harness bell a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound is
The bounce of pee on downy flake
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I peep
- Jamal brothers
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