South on 6th Avenue

I dance in the boughs of the Sycamore tree,

I paddle with the Ducks,

I sit the makeshift castle of the Osprey,

I burrow with the Fox,

I glide the plains with the brazen Bison’s herd,

I graze them with the Cows,

Found upon the vacant north Scottish Highlands,

You need not ask me how,

I traverse the depths with labored Tuna schools,

I ride the current far,

I stow away in shells with the Hermit Crabs,

Washed upon the foamy shore,

I squawk and squabble with the Goose and Gander,

Touring the trees with Apes,

I rummage the woods with the growling Grizzly,

My God how much he ate,

I roam the safari grasses with the Lions,

I tried my hand to roar,

I stew in the muck dear Hippopotamus,

I lay with the Hyena and glibly snore,

I gaze upon the redolent Stranger’s face,

I find myself away,

I find myself at home,

Amongst the beasts in the streets, I walk on alone.