We learn our A B C’s.
We make a careful choice.
Is this a C?
O surely not!
The leader’s lied again.
For leaders train in lying
They never tell the truth.
The walk is always longer.
Than first was understood.

We set off spick and span.
In highly polished boots.
To puff and pant
O’er hill and dale,
To tackle many a stile,
Pestered by midge: attacked by fly,
Sometimes drenched: sometimes burned.
But still we struggle on.

Without a pint or bag of chips.
No walk is yet complete.
Sarah’s there and off we go.
Feeling quite replete.
All miseries are forgot.
As homeward bound we go.
‘0 what a wonderful day it was.
Don’t you think it so.’