Children’s Rhyme Ten

Colyne Stewart

Sep AS XXXVII (2003)

There is a canton on the cliffs,

Called Ardchreag by name,

Where flying turtles soar in the air

And people play at games.

Things to see, if you go there,

Include the bison green,

The giant Wolf, the monkey-man,

The bubbling tureen.

Don’t mock the goblins in the dens

Along the precipice,

Nor the trolls that lumber ‘bout

White knuckles on their fists.

Stick to the towns and smell the smells

Of cooking, baking bread.

Listen to the carpenters who

Craft a Viking bed.

Watch the fighters hit each other

In humour and good form

Listen to the singing bards

Who can out shout the storm.

Ardchreag’s a bustling place,

And all the Chreaggers say,

To visit is divine but please,

Next time come to stay!