“If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs, “the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies.” And the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely. He cries to the moon, “if only if only.” If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by. Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high, my baby bird, my angel, my only. If only, if only, the river sighs her good-bye If only all time were a knot to un-tie. There would be no such lie, no reason to cry, If one life is gone, give it another try.

YO WTH MY FERRET JUST WALKED INTO MY ROOM, FARTED AND RAN OFF.