HIDE 'N' GO SEEK --- A poem I wrote when I was bored



Forty-seven, twenty-three

A restless Dibbun counts to me

Seven and a bit, four, two

A restless Dibbun counts to you

"I know no mo'e," he shouts

And he runs away to find out

Where are his friends hiding

Their time they are biding

The Dibbun runs out, what does he see?

Why only a squirrel, hiding in a tree

He calls "I see you! Comin' to git you!"

Then the Dibbun finds out what he must do

When he scrambles up the tree,

The squirrel in it jumps to me

Startled, I drop him, what else can I do?

But he runs away as if anew

The little mouse chases him around

Through the trees on the Abbey grounds

The others jump out of their places

An' watch the mouse's and squirrel's chases

"YAY!" the mouse calls; he finally did tag

The squirrel slumps and can only say "Agh..."

But then, the doors open wide

And all the Dibbuns run to hide

Who's in the door? Who else could it be?

But only the Badgermum of the Abbey

She scoops up the Dibbuns, like a cup

And takes them in to clean them up!