Song/Poem: All Red, White, And Blue, "Flocked-Up-Country-Baby" !

Flocked up again and again, friend unto friend, place unto place, end over end, only to begin again! "Flocked-Up", "But not up and out, not "Baby-Red, White and Blue Hill's Yonder", up and really out!

Out to pasture looking way out yonder, Oh boy, oh world, oh joy, more than down under, down under-handed country, country! "Really, looking to be, "All Flocked-Up, All Country-Bumpkin-Blue-Hills-Up-Younder, "More Than, "Holy-Baby-Tree-Of-Bee's-Behind- Cow Of Sheep Style, red, white, and blue, "All Flocked Up, Up, Up!".

Then came you from the back end of that one heep of a sheep, and oh boy, oh world, oh joy, Odd-God bundles of love beyond first sight! Yea, and it could have lasted through-out the night, just that one thought of you, beyond my, "Old Country Singing Blues" !

Then oh boy, oh world, oh joy, came the thunder way up yonder.
Oh and now, Holy-Baby-Tree-Cow-Of-Bee-Wow", "Look's like she's more than sure-footed up and yearning a-way,

"Oh what a price to pay, to have to more than wait one more day, for love, "So I can be, "All Flocked-Up", "All Flocked Up", for "Heaven's Sake", "God-Odd", more than "Gully-Gee-" Baby-Red, White and Blue Hills good, blue hills thrilled good, blue even way up yonder gosh darn no-yellow-fellow, red, white and blue, do you more than up-right all night good.

Holy-Tree-Of-Bee, I'm more than slap happy, happy, Oh so very happy, as you know when love has struck like thunder, even way down country yonder, oh "Holy-Baby- Of Red, White and Blue Hills Younder". My hunny, beyond the, "All-Flocked-Up-Of-Bee", once there was only me, Bee's-Behind", "Bee's Only Me, Behind", "Bee's Only Me, And No-Honey-Bee-Sweet, Believe you me, "Bee's Behind", behind, behind, behind, hinny-hind-hine.

Oh man-alive, sweet bye, and bye, Lord, I've found her, I've done gosh darn,"Good-God-Almighty-Odd found her, man-alive, oh man, Amen, "All-God-Odd-Almighty-Country-Flocked-Up Alive" !

Flocked-up and over, flocked-up, up and around, flocked-up, and up, never down. Flocked up God Odd baby best, like a kite with more than 100lb. up country test. Flocked-up even beyond human in love with her.

Baby's best days are yet to come as I know I'm not her number 1, as love is, love is right best first in her. That's why I love her, way up country baby blue hills yonder, as her love is like no other even with this, at that.

Oh "Flocked-up" to ever be true to the Red, White, and Blue. Fancy her up nice and good as more fitting than even your Country Baby Blue Hills finest of gals best dress, Yes, Oh yes, yes, with no S.O.S., baby blues of hills right best.

Flag Oh don't be blue alone, as I'm coming back for you, and my baby of "All Flocked-Up Country Blue Hills Best Wonder",

Yearning for what I need beyond myself best, over and over, and I've got the red one day, and the white right best the other, and my blue is all over the place best, "All Flocked Up", "My Baby Of Blue Hills Best In You",

She's my Red baby, ready-made, and standing true and brave like never before. I up and just raise her flag of lace, over her face, and holy kiss her once, and that's enough to last me the day's live long, the day's live long, and on, and on, and slam, no-bang-delicious day's long.

She's my white baby, and my red baby, and her blue also drives me, no red flag crazy. She's not love lazy, in any way, shape or form, shape or form.

Oh U.S. of A flagged up of red, white and blue dressed lady, now your having my babies best, baby oh baby, baby, baby! Take me beyond the red, white and blue thunder, and raise me with wonder, way up yonder-younger, like a man- boyed-up-drum-kin-of-hosted-pumpkin-bumpkin cow-boyed babied up best dressed.

The days are getting longer gone good, and "Flocked-up" the kids now as grown. Blue Hills Cowboys that they are too, even though some are gals. Say wow, and wow differently again!
All Flocked-up, like a "Cowboyed, Best-Uped-Toe-Tum-Of Blue Hills Pole". Gone and done, done, did it, and went into the cowboy and Indian love of arts and crafts business.

Fishing with toe-tum uped handled down never in the ground poles best. Catching more than the day's once best, at rest with even more love outside than inside alone. Carving our own canoes best, from old logged fence work of days past.

Then going further than that and taking that old rugged cross, left beyond, from when these days of peace now weren't ever so fine. All Flocked-up and ready to roll up rivers best, in half of a "Old Buffaloed-horned" crowned up best for our now loving days canoe ride of crossed up love never-the-less.