Hobo Heaven

Jeffery the forest's keeper King of the woodland folk He's called man's poorest creature But he banished all the flood and smoke And where did Jeffery lay his head? Not outside with the stars in view But in a secret orange tent Amidst the grass and the dew Of Hobo Heaven How did Jeffery hold the balance? Not with rules and force and fear Vibrations from his brain they'd sense With antenna tails on their rear The flowers grew so brightly Brought prosperity for all With a garden green and mighty It could never truly fall Oh no no no Hobo Heaven A curse upon his sacred woods! Of which he soon would learn A schoolhouse where his trees they stood His realm is at risk to burn Have you seen old Jeffery? He don't come around no more His tent is all clean and empty What did he leave here for? Hobo Heaven