Upon Mushroom Hill

UPON MUSHROOM HILL There's so much happy upon that Mushroom hill Children playing, skipping and jumping in joyous Laughter heard between the black Jacobin shrills Watched by watchful eyes, to their full buoyance Children playing, skipping and jumping in joyous Peacocks strut their stuff, feathers rich, in plume Watched by watchful eyes, to their full buoyance Rich aromatic scents the flowers are in full bloom Peacocks strut their stuff, feathers rich, in plume An army of ants march in their designated tracks Rich aromatic scents the flowers are in full bloom Buzzy bees, collecting nectar in their golden sacs An army of ants march in their designated tracks Butterflies; dancing, between all the flower heads Buzzy bees, collecting nectar in their golden sacs Spiders are busy making their, fine silver threads Butterflies; dancing, between all the flower heads Foxes all in harmony, with the bushy-tailed hares Spiders are busy making their, fine silver threads Doves sitting upon the branches, all in their pairs Foxes all in harmony, with the bushy-tailed hares Laughter heard between, the black Jacobin shrills Doves sitting upon the branches, all in their pairs There is so much happy upon that Mushroom hill Indiana Shaw . . . : )