"Down which hill did a small child roll?"
The left, or the right?
"I think the tall.. or
the one in the fold?"

It had rolled with mirth
down the rubbles and dirt.
It did roll with bliss
through the dangerous bits

Finnaly it came to an end
it hit the small cabin by
the werewolves den
in the midnight's suppertime
Of frightened hipphopotemous.