Sixty Miles Yonder

Away from hustle and bustle,

Of the busy city.

I am on a tour,

To a place which is pretty.

Out of California,

Nature is a wonder. 

There’s a forest,

Sixty Miles Yonder.

People construct a conspiracy,

Which is against the law.

Poaching animals,

It’s a big flaw. 

Tell them it’s illegal,

Go to a frondeur

Rebel against poaching,

Needless to say, wander!!

Find those hunters,

Put them in jail.

We wanted our animals back, 

Male and female.

Forests are meant,

For a hike.

Not for hunting,

Say it loud on a mic.