stinky lions wriggle their fingernails fruitlessly as the monkeys jibber jabber clobber with their no shoe boots.  Up up the trees they tickle each other and grin the cartoon faces of impish children a bit evil but naughty and nice like a chinese sweet and sour chicken with those chickeny fat lumps coated in sticky red.  Ick ick is that the way hugh?  It is not the way hugh, the waterfall is to the right and you shall fall into that ravine if you will go through the dungeon and get lost the other side in the cul de sac bottomless dark pit.  It's green in there but you can't tell because it's black.  How can it be green and black? It can't and that's why the icicles sing in the dark of something and nothing and a blue that never was.