Moon Orchid tell me tales of humid climes. Dark forests where you lived in olden times. Where jaguars roamed so wild and free, And the old man of the forest swung from tree to tree. The dark-eyed loris with his poisonous bite. Pythons slither past to give you a fright. Tell me now, honestly, if you will, Is it boring sitting on our kitchen windowsill?
Track and Hedge 