There is a place where I have gone,

A certain tree in a certain grove,

Where I can sit alone at peace

And think,

And truth dawns certainly on me

And freely,

And I know everything I want to know.

I am not undecided.

I am not alone in my beliefs,

But coincided all about by unity of spirit.

The light ad hoc is not harsh or hot

But illumination scientific,

Thought provoking.

I am secure in all my ways

And have no doubts in or about this place,

Except as to

Where it is,

Or where it ain't.

For this lovely umbros, this grove, this shade,

Where birds sing soothing round my head,

I only go there when I faint,

From heat exhaustion,

Or brought on by a green phlebotomist

Digging a needle around my vein,

Trying to take a blood sample.

-jenn