The Great Rescue
Upon the twilight hour of the day
That a gorilla raised his windowpane,
And that gorilla was our good Atay,
To let the icy breeze the staleness chase
Out of the air within his dwelling place.
The draft soon did the freshness quite restore
Within the air inside his forest hall
But then the ape found he could not ignore
The chill that with the freshness came withal.
So to his window back the ape did go
When of a sudden through it floated snow.
“Alas, another storm has just begun,”
Thought Atay as he did the window close.
“I will to my bedchamber swiftly run
And through this winter tempest sweetly doze.”
So our gorilla to his bed did make
And not until the morning did he wake.
And when the sleeping simian did rise
It was quite dark inside his home, he found,
For through the night the snow poured from the skies
Until a dozen feet lay ‘pon the ground.
Thus Atay’s window was all covered quiteBy a great pile of crystal snowy white.
Editor's Note: Find out what happens to Atay the Ape in tomorrow's special edition of Songs of Eretz Poetry Review!
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