Crystals and Thistles
Seed heads and Whistles
And an old rusty key to the wood
Daydreams and Notions
Dried Herbs and potions
And a green coloured coat with a hood.
Pebbles and Feathers
In all kinds of weathers
Id bring them all home if i could.
Dew drop on Webs
Old teasel heads
Wellingtons stuck in the Mud.
In through the gate
Don't stay to late
Its going to get dark in the wood
Whether cold or wet
I will enjoy i bet
Because i come alive in the wood
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