Poetry & nursery rhyme
My fingers they went for a walk,
And came to the land of wokntok.
A far away land with beauty to see,
White rolling clouds and black bumble bee.
The trees, they were huge and green,
The flowers, of many hues and sheen.
Animals scampered here and there,
Tiny streams flowed everywhere.
They walked up the hill,
And rolled down the side.
And in the morn
went in a tunnel and came out at night.