A Passageway to Mystery
Just a hole in a tree,
Why, what else could it be?
A handy spot in which to hide.
A refuge from the snow outside.
I crouch down, surprised to see,
There’s plenty of room for me.
Once inside I look around.
It’s cozy here, underground.
On the floor lies a golden key
And a passageway to mystery.
Surrounded by the warm brown wood,
I feel much braver than I should.
I hear someone call my name.
Should I head back, or remain?
I take the key and down I go.
Where this leads, I’ve got to know.
Whatever happened to Rosemary?
I saw her last by the hole in the tree.
