Patricia in her comfy dream

I'm writing a story and this might be a dream of a dream

 Birds chirping calling time to rise for Patricia and Cleo asleep in there cosy slumber down, if they wake and look through the window pane there, they’d  see hedgehogs, foxes, rabbits and hares even a squirrel showing he cares for this place is tranquil, so peaceful, calm and serene and carefree it’s so cool.

Do you see Mrs Dabble the rabbit, pegging out her washing, see her five youngsters playing near the steam, there’s Frattle, and Drazzle,Cuddles and Muzzels and lastly her youngest Nussle’s , And here comes Mr Humble the weasel  from Dirrington fields, he’s riding his tricycle, singing his song as he rides along.

I’m Mr Humble, singing my song 

why not come and sing along,

just whistle a tune, any will do

do do do, just for you

Is it you or is it blue

do do do, la la la can’t go far

over the hills and into the dales

do do do la la la I do do do

riding my tricycle singing my song 

do do do la la la I do do do

there’s no double dee,tree tee tee

for thee you see,see see see 

do do do la la la I do do do

as I ride along on my tricycle

peddle don’t meddle as I treadle

do do do la la la I do do do

riding my tricycle singing my song

it’s not a riddle who’s in the middle

do do do la la la I do do do

Good day to you Mrs Dabble 

Come rain or shine always a smile

do do do la la la I do do do

I’m Mr Humble, singing my song

why not come and sing along

just whistle a tune any will do

do do do la la la I do do do

riding my tricycle singing my song

do do do la la la I do do do