Rovers Secret

Once upon a fairy tale, Lived a colony of tiny folk Who decided to set sail, Because across the pool Lay greener pastures Of which they wanted To become masters. For tiny folk to cross this pool Took courage, had to be so Strong and bold, Clever little people, none a fool, Would, take three days, and it Was Winter, the water icy cold, Took too much with them in their Frail small boat, Only twenty carefully got in, Pioneers, ready to make history, The leader thought. So off they set, across foreign water Three families of extended kin! Suddenly a loud noise and high waves, Rocked their boat, they had no control Rover the Labrador had jumped Into the pool, A tsunami capsized them, they chocked, Spluttered, but hung onto their boat, And thus they kept afloat. Then they saw Rover, His mouth wide open, he scooped Them up gently as they Rested on his tongue, strangely they Were unafraid for they had seen Rover across the pool playing on Pastures green, This Labrador wanted to play To while his time away, But instead saved them from drowning, Took them back from whence they came, And slowly lay them down Rover the Labrador had earned his fame, He barked and wagged his tail These little humans spoke and run And cried and laughed, he Loved them straight away The tiny adventurers, did not fail They were happy living beneath a A large green bush, with little homes Made out of sticks and leaves, Right now these little folk Were safe, but remain a mystery, Only Rover knew and he could Never tell, Where his new found friends dwell! And the moral of this tale, Is things are not always greener On the other side, Rather hold on to what you Have, with pride.