I came to a wood,
Wandering as aimlessly as I could,
I was tired, but no place to sit,
So I rested against a tree,
Wondering where could I be.
I heard a wolf in the distance,
But had no sense of resistance,
If the wolf were to come by me,
For I would be frozen like the tree.
After I had rested I continued on,
Still wandering aimlessly here and there,
While the tops of the trees covered the sun,
And did not know in what direction was where.
I finally spied a cottage, but no one seemed at home,
I knocked at the door, but all I heard was an echo,
And I opened the door to find a dusty home,
But I still had no idea where I had roamed.