"Oh yes!, better grass on that other fine
hill,
You're probably right," uttered
Middlington Twill.
The youngest one followed the goats
on the run,
Across the old bridge back to
HILL #1.
(Remember this place? it's the very first hill,
The one that was picked at the start
by Sir Drill.)
"But when they arrived there, before they
could eat,
The greenest, 'del-i-ciest' grass at their feet,
Sir Drill looked again 'cross the bridge made of wood,
And reckoned it's where they'd find grass
yummy good.
"We really must go to that hill, " said Sir Drill.
"We definitely should," added Middlington Twill.