A fourth hail to the Pudding Factory
The owls' communion speaks of
Broken glass in the treehouse
Life amidst the burning bush is one of
Eating bark, like the salamanders from Labrador
Remember to bury lost socks
And build your tower of soap
For Autumn comes too quick here
And Summer speaks of the hungry bear
A fourth hail to the Pudding Factory
A fourth hail to you