Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine
Hat full of wine
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies
Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus
He drinks acorn juice
Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat
He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet
Antelope head his beard skylark red
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood
And now that the gate of his evening is late
He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog
Oh he's a nice cat
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