There was a little boy
Who didn't need a toy
‘Cos a walking stick found him
And filled his life to the brim:
With tickles, by crawling up his head
With dreams, cosying up on boy's bed
With inspiration, ideas and laughter
With love for nature, thereafter.
The boy showed the creature to his mother
And raised the curiosity of his little brother.
He said: “I looked it up and it doesn't bite.”
So, his sibling not wasting time for a fright
Picked up the walking stick and ran for his drum
But just in time, the older brother and mum
Saved it from becoming an instrument you play
And released the animal on the tree trunk grey.
He didn't tear up parting with his new mate
Understanding that drumming wasn't the animal’s fate,
Inviting him to stop by for a tickle or picnic
The boy waved goodbye to the friendly walking stick.