boo!

Let's travel to the land,
Of the singing-dancing people,
Mirthless moments of dull be gone,
We must infact hoot and howl,
Yell, yodel, scream and shout,
To celebrate the coming of the wind,
That'll take us to them lot,
Them, the singing-dancing people,
Who wait with bated breaths and yet open arms,
To tap in synch with the chanting of the the enchanting sort.