Bewildering Stories

Path of the Flying Beaver

R.E. Dorsal

Cowardice is a beaver flying high,
Flying way up in the sky,
Flying with a big fat fly,
Flying like a walnut pie.

Cowardice is a beaver flying low,
Flying where no one will go,
Flying in the falling snow,
Flying when no one will know.

Cowardice is a beaver flying up,
Flying with a plastic cup,
Flying like a hungry pup,
Flying in a zgvbflvup.

Cowardice is a beaver flying down,
Flying down toward the ground,
Flying in circles, round and round,
Flying until it is finally found.

Cowardice is a beaver flying left,
Flying into an open cleft,
Flying like an auto theft,
Flying horribly and completely bereft.

Cowardice is a beaver flying right,
Flying sometime during the night,
Flying toward the glowing light,
Flying without the sense of sight.

Cowardice is a beaver flying north,
Flying in all directions and so forth,
Flying like a big fat zgvbflworth,
Flying...something...something...-orth.

Cowardice is a beaver flying east,
Flying like an intoxicated beast,
Flying as if it is full of yeast,
Flying after a sumptuous feast.

Cowardice is a beaver flying south,
Flying with lots of food in its mouth,
Flying like a big fat zgvbflwouth,
Flying...something...something...-outh.

Cowardice is a beaver flying west,
Flying to avoid taking a test,
Flying in an uncomfortable rest,
Flying because it is a pest.

Cowardice is a beaver flying forth,
Flying south, east, west, and north,
Flying like a big fat zgvbflworth,
Flying...something...something...-orth.

Cowardice is a beaver flying back,
Flying in a potato sack,
Flying in a crowded pack,
Flying into the white and black.

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Happiness is a beaver flying high,
Flying way up in the sky,
Flying high since it can fly,
Flying since it wants to try.

Happiness is a beaver flying low,
Flying where no one will go,
Flying where the waters flow,
Flying where the strong winds blow.

Happiness is a beaver flying up,
Flying like a smiling pup,
Flying out of a restrictive cup,
Flying...flying...flying...-up.

Happiness is a beaver flying down,
Flying down toward the ground,
Flying in circles, round and round,
Flying until it is finally found.

Happiness is a beaver flying left,
Flying out of an open cleft,
Flying unlike an auto theft,
Flying since it is not bereft.

Happiness is a beaver flying right,
Flying after the end of night,
Flying toward the glowing light,
Flying and becoming bright.

Happiness is a beaver flying north,
Flying in all directions and so forth,
Flying like a big fat zgvbflworth,
Flying...something...something...-orth.

Happiness is a beaver flying east,
Flying very freely, at least,
Flying like a dancing beast,
Flying after a sumptuous feast.

Happiness is a beaver flying south,
Flying with lots of food in its mouth,
Flying like a big fat zgvbflwouth,
Flying...something...something...-outh.

Happiness is a beaver flying west,
Flying in a joyous fest,
Flying over the distant crest,
Flying after an extended rest.

Happiness is a beaver flying forth,
Flying south, east, west, and north,
Flying like a big fat zgvbflworth,
Flying...something...something...-orth.

Happiness is a beaver flying back,
Flying out of a potato sack,
Flying away from a crowded pack,
Flying into the white and black.



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Copyright 2002 by R.E. Dorsal and Bewildering Stories.