From the mists of dawn to the candy flaked mounts of Yon........
We ARE the magic forest people
A committee of singers send a message.........
We hear the voice of BEAVER TRAP and it is good.

Turnabout is fair play
Destiny's hand is swathed in gold
Three free spirits guiding their united force towards non-specific expression
Three free spirits searching
Endless searching
Searching
What HO HO HO !
I say Blast the oppressive confines of unconscience scatterplay
Cast aside the * shackles of presumption
Define the inner sanctum of the mind's eyecycle

DELIVERY IS HERE!