...from where she stood the terrain looked lush and green, but she knew the perils of the journey. To make it back safely, she would have to take the short cut under the waterfall. Her only chance would be just as the sun set, when its rays turned the water hot orange, like lava spilling over the edge of the towering wall of rock, and the passageway opened. She saw the fading light of the sun behind the cloud cover. it was quickly approaching the line of the mountain tops on its way past the horizon into night. It was time to hurry...
I am in the mood to hear you running down the freeway
like a panther
not a leaopard
like your spots would have me believe
clacking heels and jingling change purse
thicker skin over your heart won't do much good against modern weaponry
it's nothing like cannon fire coming from the sea
I'd stick to the black it suits your disposition
those spots attract too much attention
and you don't know what you're doing with those horns
give yourself a break
why make it harder to get up into that tree?