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Asleep In The Woods
One morning, I woke up in the woods,
And wondered how did I get there?
Did I wander around the woods last night?
Or did I get drunk with a bear?
I guess I will never, ever know,
Because I just can’t really tell
Which part of the woods I am surely in,
Whether I’m a deer, a ball or a bell.
I looked around in amazement and awe,
“I must be drunk, ” to myself I thought.
When did I die? Why am I here?
Where am I? What am I? What have I bought?
These are some things that we’ll never know
Because he died just moments ago.
Why he died was ...