A flurry of words across the hills!
To run and seek; to drink thy fill!
Where shall we fare in hidden lands?
Where shall we seek in hidden lands?
Run away to the rolling hills
Or beside the great lake until
I went away to the old lands
Or journey far to lonely lands
Swift as wings shall my journey be
To hide from foes all around me
Yet my words shall give me away
Puzzling words shall I give today
Undertake this journey with me
You to seek; I shall hide from thee
A riddle, I shall give as clue
Which shall be a choice I shall rue
