She jumped up high but fell into a hole
As deep as night, as dark as low.
She climbed back out, it took all day.
By then her friends had gone away:
Some to build,
Some to earn,
Some to gather things to burn.
Some to work,
Some to school,
Some to follow the golden rule.
She laughed, and got on out of there.
But she kept the hole as a souvenir.
Image: Grote Markt – Hole World by Flickr user Harald Hoyer, published under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike Generic 2.0 (CC BY-SA 2.0) license.
