Take your children by hand and a paper bag Hurry, don't let your feet too slowly drag Into the woods today we're headed for sure Going to let nature give us a memorable tourNow sun is yellow and warm making bright our faces Soon we'll be in cool dark green whispering places
Big things we see, gigantic boulders, tall pine trees
We're looking for tiny things hidden under rocks
logs and leavesWe might find a Lady Slipper and give it to Mom
A Jack-in-the-Pulpit we could give to Uncle Rom
Sweet berries are every where, but we mustn't eat
Watch the birds, see if they do make them a treatShush, I hear a sound coming from that hallow log on the ground
It might be a frog, chipmunk, or possibly a fairy
"I believe your imagination has gone off in a whirl
You funny child, it's only a fluffy brown squirrel"
The sun now a orange and red in the lower cooler
To the birds, frogs, chipmunks, squirrels, and possibly a fairy say goodbye
Get your rocks, berries, Lady Slippers, your leaves, moss and wood
When we get home and empty your bag, we'll see that you did really goodPlace the moss in the garden, rocks and wood on your shelf in a row,
Your golden leaves pressed in wax paper and hung in the kitchen window.
All that fresh air, running and climbing has made you a sleepy head,
Eat your supper, have your hot shower, then off you go to bed.Dreaming about the Lady slippers, frogs, squirrels and possibly a fairy no longer in its secret place,
When morning comes and your refreshed, check the bag, make sure it's empty---just saying in case.
Author Eileen Clark