The Winds of Spampum Forest
O how I long to walk
In Spampum Forest again
Stepping over dead clowns
Whistling a tune of brighter days
Many long years have passed
And the winds are bitter cold
Because I am butt ass naked
And reminded of the friends I have lost
The sky is ashen grey
The leaves have left the trees
Hey weird a floating whale skull
And homeward now I must tread