Escaped from chirper’s neighbourhood umbrageous,

Ready to sing as openly loquacious,

Chickee fills arvo’s air with tune bubbly bright—

As it fancies freedom whence it does alight. ; )

Here on fishable pond of brilliant blue,

Searches our heron of similar hue,

Having ceased seas of cerrado’s lean scene,

Hoping for hits of the aquamarine,

Where stories tell of a waiting allure,

Where waders find gems piscine as azure. ; )

So focused in the pages, Felicity soon found herself fawning in the field writ—followed by fremitus tingling her fingers as covers forwarded their fable from fonts to frequencies, finally freeing her from world’s false hold as she fell fully into fantasy’s fold. ; )

For those who opt to treat the lowly roustabout

Just like a shoo-able, shoe-able mouse to doubt,

Remain mindful that over all levels of care,

The green and the ground certainly hold more to bear—

As up-setting the foundations they build and grow

Supports the successes that all above will show.

Hence, when considering the forest of the trees,

Look kindly upon each—rooting, for you, to please. ; )

Long ago, in order to either uplift mood or heal ills, they would fall over licks of hippocras.

Presently, whenever cornered by her miffed, crude or fell feels, she frolics through lea’s covered hills of grass. ; )