It takes a little effort
It makes so little sense
To scale the straight and narrow
To run the wooden fence
Go forth with speed and balance
And you may reach the end
But first you need the courage
The fence post to ascend
To celebrate a hero
We run the fence in spring
While fussing and complaining
‘Why do this silly thing?’
The sheep watch with amusement
At hobbits wobbling by
And soon a gaffer tumbles
Falls headfirst with a cry
The rest of us will follow
We trip and slip and sprawl
The grass, the mud, the bramble
The nettles break our fall…
To celebrate a hero
We run the fence in spring
While cursing old traditions
‘Who thought of this silly celebration when instead we could eat and drink and dance and sing?’
