long away and far ago bushmen inhabited areas surrounding the tidal basin
the tribal leader says where are the twins and sancho who could not pretend to give good heart says dont fight them theyre just mills
oh my says the brave bushman with will for wills and buried mills i shall squeeze dorothy neath her home
and the brave bushman was slick as a sheen
sancho asks did van gogh or hemingway hurt worse
the brave bushman clicks his heals together until the leather was as light as a feather
but sancho reminds him were not in el rancho anymore
summon me a lad and force his feet to feel the coals
sancho thinking this is bazaar sends saturday morning stars to the round up
round up stand up fall down leave town
again sancho reminds the warrior not to forget yes always remember the pencil traditionally handed down from warrior two warrior
yet the warrior can only cogitate about one object ate eva eva eva i shall die without eva
perilous profitability whispers sancho so no ear can hear embraces us the great kingdom soothes masters worried mindlessness
the kingdom of flare the kingdom of hair the kingdom of kings queens and a multitude of monarchy is there sancho did blare
alas when all was done and said and said and done and undone and unsaid they were all just chasing mills far and long and go away
