UP TO THE AIRY MOUNTAINS
DOWN TO THE RUSHY GLEANS
WE AREN'T GOING ON A HUNTING
WE ARE GOING ON A PICNIC !
WEE FOLK , GOOD FOLK
TROOPING ALL TOGETHER
SEARCHING FOR THE WHITE CAPS
AND THE GREEN MEADOWS GRASS
DOWN TO THE RUSHY SHORE
WE MAKE OUR HOME
WE COOK THE CRISPY PANCAKES
WITH HONEY TIDE FOAM
DOWN INTO THE REEDS
OF THE BLACK MOUNTAIN'S LAKE
WITH A DOG AS A GUARD
WE ALL SING , WE ALL PLAY
WE DID OUR LUNCH
OUR BREAKFAST , OUR DINNER
SITTING BESIDE THE FIRES
WE ENJOYED ALTOGETHER
DOWN THE SUN COMES
UP THE MOON COMES
WOO!!! THE WIND COMES
AND YES ! OUR TIME COMES
THE JOURNEY WAS TIRING
BUT I WAS ENJOYING
UP TO THE AIRY MOUNTAINS
DOWN TO THE RUSHY GLEANS
WE AREN'T GOING ON A HUNTING
WE ARE GOING ON A PICNIC !.
~Sara Royce Tatiana
