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Hermit was sleepingAnd dreamingJust like the maple syrupThat was seepingSo sweetlyFrom the treeIn which he wasSoothed by the buzzOf a hundred honey beesReturning to the hollowFrom a red clover fieldSomething's sure sweet about that treeSomething's sure sweet about thatFuzzy warm realityIt's good enough for squirrelsSo it's good enough for meI'm not aware of any substitute that I could ever wantThere's no comparison, I've found the real dealMade in Vermont Aus Songtexte Mania