‘I’ve got to go’, the trees said
Twisting their trunks away
I have to get on with fluttering
The birds will need my sway.

‘I must start running’, said river
My banks are dusty and brown
The fishes are waiting for food
Must feed them or they will drown.

‘I will get on’, said the seagulls
Flying over the South-West Coast
There is food floating on the water
And something I see in that boat.

Mr bear looked at his watch
It was nearly half- past four
Said ‘I am really sorry for you’,
But simply can’t take anymore’.

Love Anonomous x