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The Fall

The Fall

Jack climbed up to the top of a tree,
looked around to see what he could see.

Saw his new neighbor up in the spruce,
yelled out, so what's the gnus, old Man Bruce?

Nary a monster out for a walk.
Old Lady Lily as white as chalk.

What did she say about the dead tree,
the one they chopped down at half-past 3?

Good riddance, she sighed, silly old goose,
ugly old oak, no longer of use.

Don't see a zombie out for a stalk.
Nary a ghost with whom I can talk.

© Kåre Enga [182] (29.novembrr.2025)

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