A long time ago, in a land very close by, a group of merry men (and a lady) decided to walk up a mountain side.
This mountain side was wooded, covered with trees tall and green. Their trunks were all bare and rough and they sent out a vibe foreboding and tough.
The road swung left, then veered to the right and sometimes it went straight as an arrow in flight.
Amongst them was Panda very very bold. He cantered without a thought in the middle of the road and did very little of what he was told.
In this troop of vagrant vagabonds, the mountain goat stood out. agile, spry and hiding his face, he bent over often to tie his shoe lace.
The going was simple and the road wasn’t tough, except for a tree trunk in a section very rough.
The band then clambered over rocks oval and square. Scattered about here and there.
The panda who is a very good buddy sometimes would end up being the kebab mein haddi.
They came upon a waterfall, crystal and clear which filled MaddyD with a measure of cheer.
A little bit hence they halted, tired in stance
. “Lets do this bitches”, the Panda said in dance.
They reached in a bit, the base of the falls. which they unanimously agreed were very tall.
It must be said at this time that I’m glad I’m not doing this in pantomime.
At the end, when all’s said and done
with the water falling onto their face
they all found something special
in that exhilarating place