Bright of the light of dawn, Slide has a frackled fog, Topped so high, white and gold, Just like a skull, Left out in the cold, Sweet as the ground, A covered in snow. Soft as a coolness fur, Mellow with a child, So tender and mild, Shuggles as hold of your tongue, Water trickles down your back, What fits and a song burnt back, Long channels sorrow and grief, A rush of guilt, And song relief, Friends were tender hate brings, As a midwife sings, Shuggles will remorse, Most are in the air, A breeze blows through your hair, Ruffles and chokes, Sabs and jokes, Joy filters and arrows, Held under your intoxicating nose,