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Lookit, Kirby! Voxxxie was writing last night! It's kinda crappy, but you can take a look-see if you want.
Forest Lullaby
The fair forest wind whispers, beckons, With the promising scent of reddening leaves. And somewhere, near laughing, a clearwater stream, With water as sweet and as cool as a dream. The joy of the many, their laughter, their mirth, Give this, our land, new terms of worth. Look down from the skies at the vale and hill, Gods and men are equally pleased.
Step lightly now children, there’s danger a-foot. The precipice steep, the air not so light. The ground, unforgiving. Hard rocks down below. Sands of time and years of snow. The mountains are harsh, the land awfully cruel. On with your boots, heavy coats of wool. Summertime’s gone, a memory distant. But take heart yet! The world is still young, her land is still bright.
For the waves and the sand and the sun on the shore, Leave not but joy for man to endure. And the blessed gods in heaven above, Give us the nature, the right to adore. The skip of a step, light hearts and hands. Fill the forest with their light, happiness pure. Rosy fingers of dawn now to light your way, The gods to protect, that fate’s hand might stay.
heart It even has a tune, which I couldn't keep to save my life.
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