I quest by river, raft Gaze, swallow food, slumber Lumber past the wood any number of times A sound Steamboat Slide aside Carry on Thinking about zero As sap falls from trees I nearly hit Bees swarm I swim under My row of timber Now they're gone It's a quiet night Hunters delight by light of day A sploosh washes my head with worry It's nothing so I Paddle, paddle Cradle my head And sleep anon

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