I skedaddled off along the path

Till the path itself skedaddled

I found that knees up mother brown

Was the only way to travel

 

So knees up mother brown I went

Over Fraggle hairdo grasses

Moore bones snappled underfoot

Scrumpching with my passage

 

There at once I found the path

A miniature salvation

I vowed right then when I got home

I'd end procrastinations

 

So when at last I made it home

I did begin to write

This funny little poem

Though the ending‘s rather trite!