He wants to be Jiminy Cricket.
He wants to wish upon a star.
He wants to be away – ever so far, far, far
from everything scary in the thicket.

America is deep in the thicket
and as he walks past the park
he whistles and speaks into the thicket so dark,
“I see you there in the thicket.”

Is there any hope in facing the wicked
(that may be in the thicket)?
Is it that he made it past the park?
Is it that the light emerges after the dark?
And that, while, yes, there still are scary things in the thicket.