khaki wid it

There's a place I like to go. I run on dirt, through trees, under the sun, and other various prepositions. I went there today. The wildlife acknowledged my presence in excited scurrying through bushes and air, circling my head and leading the way. It was very Disney Princess, sans birds, squirrels and fawns, and instead lizards, hornets and stinging nettle. I thought it might be fitting to sing, because isn't that what they always do? These princesses? Glide through the forest, extend a dainty hand where a bluebird perches, and together they sing of dreams and prince charmings and how sad it is to be part fish royalty. But the only song that came to mind was Highway to Hell and that hardly seems appropriate.