A girl strolled down the hill
With blossoms in her hands,
A little puppy accompanied her
To complete her errands.
And just then came an enormous bird,
Carrying her away,
Her puppy kept on yapping,
But the girl asked it to stay.
She struggled to get the bird's nib off her,
And once she got free,
She fled down like a small hurt bird
And waiting for somebody to hear her plea
But thanks to her fate,
There was a river there
She plunged straight through it
Like a smoldering flare
That was the end, she thought
While making herself stable on the ground
But who knew that there were
A series of chaotic occurrences waiting to be found.