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The Three Little Druids

By Reverend Michele Roger

Three little Druids went out one day,

Their mother’d sent them on their way.

Being their first time out alone,

They decided to split up and build their homes.

The first little Druid built his henge of straw,

Wasn’t much to see, not worthy of awe.

But it soon brought out the Inquisition,

Questioning his alignment and exact position.

They burned it down with a blazing fire,

All the while calling the little Druid a liar.

He ran to his brother’s henge built of trees,

But the smell of Mother Church was in the breeze.

And so when the authorities came to call,

The henge of sticks resulted in a fall.

The little Druids escaped by a narrow margin,

Knowing too well Christian men never bargain.

So to the last brother’s they escaped,

At their heels were those famous for plunder and rape.

But the oldest brother had studied history,

(Things to this day which are still a mystery)

He built his henge of strongest stone found,

For assurance he placed it on holy ground.

So when you’re in trouble, out on a ledge,

Mother Church pushing you clear to the edge,

Look to history of ancient said,

And the time withstanding, famous Stonehenge!

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