Yuan Tan

On Upper Kingston
Where the bamboo grows
I've run off to hide
Where no one else knows.

In through the gate
And down along the trail
I ran and I played
And even chased my tail.

Yet at the point
Where one becomes two
I did not turn;
to my path I stayed true.

I looked to my right
and what did I see?
Quite close to my path
Were four large trees!

They were not bamboo,
that was easy to see,
but they followed the path
this short line of trees.

I stopped at the fourth
and turned 310 degrees
Ran straight 'cross the trail
To a hollowed out tree.

And that's where you'll find me
All snug in my bed.
Please put plenty of blankets
Back on my sleepy head!