Hang the Meat

Hang

The

           Meat—

Up and over the mountain peaks,

Tickle the tips with the tips of my digits.

To the valley I did streak

To nibble the grass with my teeth.

Through the bush I find the knoll

A dab a twist a lick a flick

There that should do the trick.

Over the knoll to the ravine

Find the tunnel through hang

                                            The

                                                        Meat—