WORK IN PROGRESS

>be me, bonky
>i'm with my pickle horse-man pal, pickle horse-man
>we're just sorry hobos
>we follow the hobo code
>we're knights of the road!
>so we're waiting to hop a train
>to go wherever it might take us
>and i start burping up birds
>and pickle horse-man says why you burpin up birds
>and i say oh i must have eaten a nest of them somewhere back
>and now they have come of age
>and flown the coop
>i do miss my birds dearly
>they once chirped so sweetly
>and brought me to my sleep
>pickle horse-man says "profound"
>and i dare say i espy a tear well up in his eye
>he says " a horse so profound and noble"
>i say well what is a horse so profound and noble, as you say, without his loyal christian squire
>i pretend to look away but i sneak a peek back to see if i have plucked a heart-string
>and his mouth and eyes and nosetrills seem quite puckered, he seems quite taken
>i say, would you look at that
>and my gaze leads yonder to a landscape so piquant, so effervescent to the spirit, that one can't help but recall the beauty and splendor of hidden valley ranch