Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine,??�?? 
Hat full of wine.??�?? 
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies,??�?? 
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies.??�?? 

Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus??�?? 
He drinks acorn juice.??�?? 

Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat,??�?? 
He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet.??�?? 

Antelope head his beard skylark red??�?? 
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood.??�?? 
And now that the gate of his evening is late??�?? 
He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog.??�?? 

Oh he's a nice cat??�?? 

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