The woods the trees the underbrush
The song I sing without a rush
I love I live I welcome it
The woods and I, a perfect fit
The humming birds, the song they sing,
The vines around, they slowly swing,
My home it is, the lush green ground,
Where bunnies hop without a sound
Where chipmunks scurry, they go around
The bears they spring and leap and bound
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