daft punk in da house

A-too vague-wandering spell

Which sheathes the hill tops
In a deep fertile veil,
Growing concrete and marble
Like corn in a field
Where each kernel’s a soul
And each being an ear-
The tolling knolls
And encroaching bluffs
Where the foxes trot
But then
The fox drags its weight
Then hastens a dash
Finding a white rabbit
It stalks into the grass-
There are wolves like tree bark
A dragon in the lake
With blue royal strands-
Lord why do I know it is fake?