Enjoying fried cakes of tubular delight
walking bare foot into the dark night
feeling happy, fresh, yet not alone
strawberries drop upon the stone
powder sugar dusts the breeze
sniffing a hunter amongst the trees
running faster, worlds in a trance
rushing to the tall one, I'll call him lance
he's my one and only true love
as for the hunter, he killed the dove
long ago, so far away
granted me a luscious buffet
all I needed was funnel cakes and cream
topped with strawberries on a lover trail dream
