Did you grab a blanket or chair? Did we see you there?
Below the stars, an easy and freeing vibe was born.
The wise see high from low – where bears come and go
Along paths both established and unworn.

You’ll find him sitting square, up yonder there
Revolted by any saucy egg of chicken.
We wouldn’t betray you – so the point we convey to you
Don’t be railroaded in your pickin’.