What will happen to the stories from the bogs? The trails of the Vikings? The passing of sea sirens?
Is tradition holding regularly in this town? If it's going hiking Then I'm going hiking
To the other places That we never had Something like a misplaced teacher That is old and sad
With big raven
What will happen to that story telling clown? His voice hypnotizing The fire side frightening
I have to travel so far just to hear his sound But I'm going hiking Art thou coming hiking?
What have we done what have we done? Fantasy is falling down She's breaking apart breaking apart Has she lost her number 1? Throws out her hands throws out her hands Let her tell what she can tell There's nothing to do nothing to do nothing to do Imagination floating around Then build it back up build it back up
What art thou gonna do? Go into the forest Until I can't remember my name I'm gonna come back and things will be different I'm gonna bring back some stories and games
Writer/s: BRIAN ROSS WEITZ, DAVID MICHAEL PORTNER, JOSHUA CALEB DIBB, NOAH BENJAMIN LENNOX
Publisher: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
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