Literature
Tales of The Brumarie: It came down
Hippity hop, like fox,
There be children being naughty.
Boys and girls, hairs with curls,
Doing things they should not be.
A girl cried out, with a shout,
That all would end quite badly.
They did not care,
No grown ups anywhere,
They mocked and scoffed her, sadly
Out into the dead of night,
Neath the pale moonlight,
Hardly anything in sight
'Til it came down,
When it came down...
Round the old tree they gathered,
Nothing better they'd rather,
After a nest of soft flightless bees
Ignoring a girl's countless pleas
One by one they passed them out,
Never knowing what was about,
A little girl's heart fell to the ground
When she heard the pou