Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
A Chant for Sweetwood
With the Summer festival season nearly upon us, I thought that I'd write a chant to honor our regional pagan land sanctuary, Sweetwood Temenos: so-called from its sumptuous sacred grove of sugar maples
Among other things.
I've Got Sweet Wood
I've got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
You've got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
We've all got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
la la la la la la
He's got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
She's got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
They've got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
la la la la la la
Then you go around the circle, naming names, to embarrass honor those present.
Jack's got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
Jill's got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
We've all got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
la la la la la la
And to finish off, of course, you bring it home again.
I've got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
You've got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
We've all got Sweet Wood
(clap clap clap CLAP clap)
la la la la la la
Suggestive, you say? Suggestive?
Really, whatever could you mean?
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