It uses cloth
As a lid
For the thorns
That surrounds him

Treats the glimmery wet thing
As his breathe
They let him fly
Land on foam

Rage,rage
Thats what he create
A long flowing river
Who devours floating stuffs

It became the center of attraction
Amuses them without noticing
The prairie demands of him
Everybody who smells

Is his bridge
Leaves led him to search
The night animal presents
Its mountainous moves