When the sun sets
And the dunes rest
When the sand sits
And the air settles
Beyond the sandy hills
And the dark green shrubs
Beyond that lake
Illuminated by the moon

There shines a light
Blinking and bright
Every night I stare
Wondering what is there

I hear the sound of men
Making merry and having fun
Like shadows dancing
Against the setting sun

I wish I could go and see
What lies beyond this boundary
But alas cattle must be home
And tied to the stump

With this piece of twine
That’s fragile as a vine
Which doesn’t let me leave
Until I cleave

But when I break free
It shall all come down
Breaking the twine and stump
In a loud plump!

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