Best Friends / by Yessenia Funes

Two best friends, they ran away
They packed a bag and a bottle for the baby
Archer, Fufu and Senia went on their way
To the land where nothing stays
Nothing bad, that is, for all that's good lives always

They ran away and skipped right into a heap of hay
Crisp burnt leaves and tan lines galore,
They never once felt sad anymore
Because they had one another in all their stink
Hairy legs, gassy bottoms and dirt-covered feet

Free at last, those wild things
They stayed forever in paradise
Whole and complete

- ylf -