A Folklore of the Two Friends
Two friends into the woods went
To catch a final sight of autumn;
No one a witness saw them leave,
Except a little boy named Tom.
They two of the same interest
Went merrily like they always did,
Racing into the deserted woods
As each one aimed to take the lead.
But a trip longer than the usual
Was their bet that faithful day...
"Oh, don't you think we turn back?",
One friend to the other did say.
"No, let's go some steps further",
Came the rather quick reply;
"Perhaps we could find the mill
That exists in folks' sweet lullaby."
And so they kept on moving
As far as a folklore should tell;
O, two brave adventurous friends
Who rang a long deserted bell!
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