Tip-toe Tip-toe
When rustling the leaves.
Tip-toe Tip-toe
When playing hide and seek with the man in the moon.
Crickle Crackle, Crickle Crackle
Walk light upon the thinning ice.
The fragility of what could be
One wrong step and like a deer they flee.
Whisper, Whisper
When telling tales in the wind.
Whisper, Whisper
Breathe light, and keep your fingers crossed, tight!
A wrong move and like a bird they take flight.
Topple, Topple
Careful now! Too fast and you've been Jenga-ed.
Perhaps too slow and you've been abandoned.
A lackadaisical attempt, I suppose
Maybe next time more conviction, and less whoas.
Ah yes! The delicate friable nature of it all
Patience and baby steps, small, small, small.
You wouldn't want to be the Big Bad Wolf
And scare them all...
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