Jon Valley A Tribal Calling
This old… pair of undies… some scissors and my hands…
Will make… a fine loin cloth… in which I will stand…
Naked in the forest… where a young smooth boy can do as he pleases…
Naked in the forest… just outside of this world's diseases…
I am drawn to this… it calls to me… but I keep it nice and quiet…
Because just a guess… cause I don't think the world would understand…
I don't think my parents, they would understand, no…
But a boy has his rights… to cut up his whities so tight…
And run through the woods with stealth…
All week long… I kept the secret… in my underwear drawer…
Sitting at my desk at school… I could think of little else more…
Than running free in the forest… running free in the woods,,,
Unashamed of my nakedness… no need to wear a hood…
Run like the cats… run like the dogs… run like the rabbits… and run
Like the hogs…
Run like the turtles without their shell… shoot bows and arrows like
William Tell…
These lyrics copyright 2014 by Jon Valley
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