The Eleven

High green chilly winds and windy vines

In loops around the twining shafts of lavender,

They're crawling to the sun.

Wonder who will water all the children of the garden

When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and

Droop so hungry 'neath the sky. Ahhhh-Ayyy

Underfoot the ground is patched

With climbing arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita,

Stark and shiny in the breeze.

William Tell has stretched his bow

Till it won't stretch no furthermore

And/or it may require a change

That hasn't come before.

Jerry Riff

No more time to tell how, this is the season of what,

(Eight sided whispering Hallelujah Hatrick)

Now is the time of returning with thought Jewels

Polished and gleaming.

(Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow)

Is the time past believing the child has relinquished

the rein,

(Five men writing with fingers of gold)

Now is the test of the boomerang

(Four girls waiting in the foreign dominion)

Tossed in the night of redeeming.

(riding in the whalebelly Fade Away in the moonlight)

(sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below)

Jerry Riff:

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