25 May 2012
Take me to your forest, Let me push you against a tree, I may just be a tourist, But I dare you not to flee,
The wood is pressed hard against me, The breeze tickles my bare back, Green leaves our marquee, Won't you let me attack?
I'll be a naughty pixie, Just give a little nibble, With magic dust of a gypsy, I promise not to tickle.
Your Forest • Opuss № I