Hello little friend,
Shall we journey through the woods?
Will you come as I wonder, plodding shaky on my course?
Come and wonder, come and play, and we'll take on places together,
or perhaps I will not find my way; I will not see the treasure.
Together it is better as we clamber over sand,
a little blonde, a little brown teasing silly- here take my hand.
Catch me as I stumble falling laughing in a heap.
I wouldn't do this without you,
for those marshes hold a deep and a dangerous journey through,
that would not be advisable if there were less than two.
I remember trying to do it in my own shy measured steps,
my path which is delightful seemed a long and tiresome trudge.
Sad and weary with my shoes worn, feet dragging across land,
my head a heavy handful holding down like sinking sand.
At first I was suspicious, strange and different she didn't ask.
Just joined my plodding journey while I tried to let her pass.
She showed me ways to get round I would never have ever known,
my steps now that much lighter and my paths less over grown.