This is a sacred forest
It’s away from the sore ones
The trouble is, it’s full of fun times
A place you would always return
We are among 100 year old pines
They have been here since 9AD
Doesn’t that sound crazy
Birch, Palm, Oak, they say
We love the soond of the birds
They come often roond the girls
Scare and dance and jump the queue
That’s the way it is and even blue
Sky with birds in flight
When we hear the birds call
Perhaps it’s all I really all feel
The birds have a real
Sound flying down the river
The forest is pining
The children whining
But life is good
In this forest naighbourhead
Things are chaos
Children are playing
From the little branches
It’s prittle prattle from the mice
and the pub has it’s price
The Taybank and the Royal
Are the pubs with drinks
I may like to think it is fine
Drinking in the wild Dunkeld Pines.
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