White as Lunar light
Moonshine birds fly
lonely skies
Where echoes can’t be
heard
White as Lunar light
Moonshine birds fly
lonely skies
Where echoes can’t be
heard
The campaigners have won
The Hedgehog cull won’t
be done
They argued it
shouldn’t go ahead
It was just wrong they
said
Saying they were un
putdown-able
I think they are just un
pickup-able
The rich fed grouse thrive on the moor
The golden hare lives
on the valley floor
In the meadow you’ll
find rabbits there
While the fox sits
patiently in his lair
When the wind is in the south,
And the sun is in the
sky
This is the time I
like most well
And my spirits are
very high
Under a sky of periwinkle blue
The honeybee sips the
morning dew
Then she spends the
daylight hours
Humming amidst the
meadow flowers
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...