Norman The Shaman


In the woods there is a guardian a keeper of the flame...
I am here to tell you that Norman is his name...
In the woods there is a guardian for all the creatures there...
A wise old man who wears a crown of thin graying hair...
Daily he serves the banquet table just before twilight...
Tis no bourden on his soul...a task of sheer delight...
He spreads the seeds so gleefully on the stumps beneath the trees...
Gives water to the vines that flower for the butterflies and bees...
His troup not only flies you see...they bound and crawl and climb...
All gathered there together underneath the vine...
Yea in the woods there is a guardian and Norman is his name...
With him the wildest of the beast appear to be so tame...
If you see this daily ritual I know you'll stop and stare...
For in the woods there is a guardian for all the creatures there...
A wise old man who wears a crown of thin graying hair...
It's true in the woods there is a guardian a keeper of the flame...
And I am here to tell you all that Norman is his name...

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