Chapter 2

A sly slippery snake
Slithered down the brown branch
Whistling with its tongue
Aroused by her might
Luring her eyes
Beginning to ramble
It spilled out some words
They were mild but scrambled
The bright yellow ticked
Wrapped all round her hand
A charming gaze laid
As it started to chant:

‘I’m Lucy
Awfully quiet and shy,
In the darkness of woods
True treasure doth lie,
I see it’s deep
And full of adventure
Gold comforts your weep
Through the labyrinth of slumber’