Forest School Fable
The chief in a flash, they disappeared
All of a sudden, smoke appeared
We follow the trail, red, yellow and blue
There is no way that this can be true
Like Alice through the looking glass
The chief had fell upon his, face
But no judgment had been made
As the learners begin to give first aid
A full recovery lightened the mood
We then sat down and ate some food
The learners proclaimed that this was fun
And every teacher has a man bun
That may be true about the hair
But fun was had everywhere
A game we challenge and the learners agreeing
A one that is common hide and seeking
This may sound weird If you see it that way
At forest school we call it Monday.