To Bree and Finn.

A Nursery Rhyme Created by Iain, Finn and Bree's

Uncle and Finn's Godfather.

Come dusk and night

By last days light

The twins would sneak away

Behind closed doors

Of parents snores

Like cats - it's time to play!

Quickly away

Down to the bay

On silent feet they race

The night is short

The breeze is true

There is no time to waste.

The moon sits high

And eased from shy

By sparkling sky they travel

To sea and back

In one night flat

With Drop - Kick

their trusty cat.

Then come the dawn

and they're back home

Ship - shape

And tucked in bed.........

........."till evening breeze

Through rustling leaves

Will wake them

Once again.

By Iain Purdie 2000.