Hilda Poems: Such is the Life of and Adventurer

Mum's troubles

Oh man, it's snowing again,

The garage will be piled with white,

And golly-ho here comes the woodman,

With piles of wood in sight.

The grocers is surely closed again,

And the little men want their rent,

Hilda bring the magnifying glass,

So we can stay tenants.

The life in the woods, It's a magical place,

And it breaks my heart to leave.

But perhaps Hilda could do with a few new friends,

And I, with a nice cup of tea.