Lands of Greenbrown Blues

Another fivefolded finger roll
This one will smack and create some toll
Brithled gruntles and smashed mush
My ears wiggle and face will blush
This aint rock nor is it rolling
But its got a similarity whilst my fingers
Keep strolling
This high folded birdish peckles
Are my musical smooth freckles
Falling into place here and there
This is not the road for you
You may have to chose another seat
This one is mine and i need
Alternatively worded surrow
You can ask some one else to burrow
Unless you are the moving kind
Dont look whilst doing
Pretend to be blind
Music and motion are not the same
As your rude poison potion
It is art and shall remain hence all
The wooden harmonized strings playing
The boards they crackle bei it your
Heel or foot
This aint the reason of why we
Feel good
It ist he vibes and warmth of tune
The need for harmony and gloom
The swinging and wiggles
The strolls and giggles
May I ask you to consider
If you felt the air puff shiver
Is it now the time or shall we go
Lest put on a decent