A dense forest I walked through
Littered with sprouting shrooms
While the yellow sun was setting
This was the time I set a-trekking.
I listened in wonder
As I began to ponder
The songs of the forest kind.
A familiar verse sprang to mind
As the woodpecker drilled his beat
It was “The song of the golden seat”
And I whistled aloud the tune
Until, in the sky, hung the solemn moon.
It was then that I noticed a host
Of animals gathered/ Most
With their ears perked high.
I waved them a sad goodbye
And thence went on my way
Promising to return again another day.