Muldune the Forest Chanter
Forest chanting is daily heard,
Our wild woman spreads her word.
Some may be startled by her tune.
Creatures call her their great Muldune.
Forest knows she is not absurd.
Muldune raised in wondrous forest way,
Lavishes goodness joy throughout her day.
The snake and mice to her do swoon.
Chubby bunnies honor her with their play.
Even if the day starts out dour or gray,
She can turn woods into something gay.
She brings optimism onward,
Muldune, so dainty, just like a bird.
Her drumming speaks with each sashay.
She starts fresh at the break of each and every day.
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