Odd Friend's Reverie gravesite for thoughts

I shall begin by saying he was an odd leaf from mankind’s tree
For he was (wore?) muzzles on both legs that took use from knees
He picked fights with fauna without losing a groat
And the beard was clipped in a manner that challenged by unusual stiff soaps.

  
Always he’d give a yell and in reply to which whatfore
They yell was to his odd friends who needed “hi” doing kind of roar
They in supposition had erected a roof in theirs that was pointed down
And some which way it had chimneys that sensitive ears could hear them play.
The sound of wind and pinheads playing knife and hooves clack
Whistles pushed through animal lungs animated by wind sacks.		  
When time took away years and the hills I came to know
Took the yell as a reminder of how the mind might go-o-o		  
2 fingers in the air one day and a bellow he hit the dirt
The lack of breathe and calm manner told me life finally did depart
I started burying the man like the good people do for his final bed
And then I heard a waltz take my ears frouing with pounding thread
As the last dirt fell into the grave’s shallow place
The music gave started I finally (to an extent) saw the musician’s face.		  
They came balancing on shoulders (to an extent) and rolling in barrels
Arms waving sails blowing teeth gnashing animal held on		  

Fans opened and clacked rhythms and a fear quivering floor pelts waved hooves
All moved in a fashion I could not describe very good
There was too much for me but I learned (myself?) forsooth
If someone’s going to get insistent on salvation
Then you know it’s because of truth.