In blissful, silent reverie.

The towering trees, the patch of sky.

Then from behind a bramble bush,

A little vixen ambled by.

The pretty little fox sat down.

She sniffed the air and scratched her ear.

Pretty fox with hair of red,

She wagged her tail and showed no fear.

She lay upon her back and said,

"Like, my name is Merilee? 

This is, like, totally awesome."  

And it was there by the Redwood tree,

The munk, the pretty fox, and me,

Did trip the forest lights fantastic;

Merilee was multi-orgasmic.