Like the pine trees lining the winding road,
I've got a name
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I've got a name

Sitting in the middle of a rainforest playing bluegrass favourites with a clawhammer technique. I lay my banjo down and a mudcat jumps out and says.

"You see that monkey hidin in that tree. He doesn't want anyone to know who he is. He just sits and shits and tosses the products at us. He laughs when we try to clean it up. We say, "Come on down here and join the party." He thinks "No I'll probably be eaten alive." He doesn't think he's ready to socialize on a mature level.