19 September 2012
The sun was just rising in the striking, radiant, exquisite sky
All were asleep no one to pry
They ran out of the enchanted, hypnotised, magical forest
They had escaped from the fabled
Giant named Boris
They had ran through the thick, deep, dense, abundant undergrowth
Followed not so close behind by the resident sloth
Lush, green and flourishing ferns were all around
They ran so fast their little feet didn't touch the ground
They stole the most precious, prized, treasured book of all time
Hairy fairy said its mine all mine
The fairy named Mary said "do you think he saw us?"
"No we're fine, because we've swallowed a thesaurus."
The Great, Big, Massive Escape • Opuss № I