Burg and Warby lost their way.

"Hey! Ho!" No place to go.

Where were the Punzies?

Where were the Keebs?

"We must find our kin, before we knock knees!"

This way and that, they crept like a rat

Down by the zig zags, a safe place they sat

"I heard a noise," said Warby with care,

"Sit still and be quiet," Burg whispered with fear

The day moved along, soon the moon would appear

Bang! Smack! The big-foots were close.

The air filled with cracks, the black smoke arose.

"Your time is up. Better run!",

The voice blurted out as the pair hopped and spun.

Heat on their hinds, and a quick setting sun

"Get to the burrow, where Boppy and Finn

Are surely there waiting to welcome us in."

Their bags full of carrots and lettuce and fruit,

The Punzies and Keebs, the Wuzzies and Zeebs,

We're pleased with the plunder and wonderful loot.