Exploring I go,
Through damp, mossy tunnels.
Stubbed my toe, oh no!
I popped up at the cennals. (Cennals is supposed to ryme with tunnels.)
Back in the hole,
To worlds a-new.
Oh gosh, it's the hole of a mole!
Wait! Just a rabbit, phew! (Moles are blind, why would a rabbit be better? 'Cause there cuddly!
I'm back in the woods now,
It's full of big trees. (Du'h!)
I've stepped in the mud now,
Towel please!
There's a creek nearby,
Splashing water all over.
Moquiteos attracted, here fly,
Then to a field covered in clover.
To the fort,
I've spotted a racoon!
Boy he's short,
I hope we don't go home soon.
Night now, and the owls are out,
All safe in our sleepin' bags.
But now we're running all about,
Giving off a joyfull shout. (It rymes with the one above it.)
Mom's calling for me to come in,
I bolted toward her, oops I tripped!
I think she was just happy I didn't scrape my shin,
She would've been angry for being out so long, lucky I slipped.
Awaiting tomorrow,
All safe in my bed.
I'm filled with sorrow for the day to end, but there's alwayes tomorrow.
I think I'll take a trip to the shed.
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