Voi-La Intruder

Here he comes right to your house Not through door, right through the wall He's a nomad and intruder Spilling merry on your floor What will now happen? Well it already did! And the table right in the middle It got almighty flipped Is it voice of the eternal? Is it hand of the unseen? Came as nomad and intruder With a pair of wooden sticks And said, "Hey brothers How is it napping on wagon full of hay? Don't mind me, I'll be just a-startin' Here fire in old-fashioned way" We'll be starting starting fire In an old fashioned way With ain't no nothin' Just take it all away With two wood sticks and some hay Well, I'll be leaving now, my friends Following the Springs You can usually profound me In between of my wings . .