Through the wildy woods.
He'd been on his own all of the day,
So he was in a good mood.
He'd stuck in the air that morning,
And put on his blue mortar board hat.
Then without care and no warning,
He went out the door just like that!
Little Finger was happy right now,
That he'd passed his finger diploma.
And he liked to relate just how,
He had passed without falling over.
Little Finger was wending his way,
Back to the rest of his hand.
Now that he'd won the day,
From his hand he was no longer banned!
• Dedicated to Amber the Dog
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.
