Meadow of the Owlish Stump
Where it always thunders purple
and coral mushrooms grow
Where ancient roots are crawling
and the blue bunnies roam
There's one lonely tree stump
Cut centuries ago
Holding bookshelves full of secrets
And many stories untold
Pink eyes open wide
And a tongue that's always out
Between its ears, a little brain
They say its very smart
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