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I went trippin' into the woods

I brought back a story I'm sure like you've never ever been told

It was he, me, & Drewby - yes, Drew, see - he was Nathan & I was me

We three met a denizen of the trees

Swiftly lifting nectar from a flower like a thief

From afar, Drew could hear the fluttering thing

Listen for the buzzing, the hummingbird is singing the day away

This song would surely not suffice

Drew prophesied we three would surely find the Flummoxing fowl

Our trio strolled through honey suckles

The wind to guide & hide our chuckles

We followed the whispers of the breeze

We came upon the enchanted spot

The bird of feather floating a loft

The petals of flowers shimmering green

Lo! We gazed upon the bird below

She did not heed nor fear we fellows

She fuzzily fluttered amidst our three figures

'Twas strange she did not hide in terror

To see such giants tromping hither

He spirit & ours were somehow intertwined

Now came our destiny we claimed

This bird & our blood shall be the same

It's perfectly clear - sacrifice her to the flame

'Twas Drew who caught the fluttering thing & squeezed the life right from its beak. It squeaked & creaked between his teeth. The pieces that leaked were packed in the pipe real neat. And So, we smoked the hummingbird, & ground her up into little bits. It hit harder than all the bong-hits we ever lit under slanted eyelid slits

And so, my story has been told. You might not believe me but surely you'll have a question or three. You might just disparage or call it a mirage. You might ask 'how?' or 'why?' but I say hummingbird resin don't lie.