The moon was high, in the starry night sky, As the brothers set up camp, with a sigh. They built a fire, with a crackle and a pop, And they settled down, with a plop. The wilderness was quiet, with a hush and a hum, And the brothers heard, a distant drum. They listened close, with a keen ear, And they realised, the drum was near. The drumming got louder, with a boom and a beat, And the brothers wondered, what it could meet. They saw a shadow, with a flicker and a flash, And they knew they had, to make a dash. They ran through the woods, with a swish and a swoop, And they saw the shadow, with a loop and a scoop. It was a creature, with a howl and a growl, And the brothers knew, they had to prowl. They crept up close, with a tip-toe and a tiptoe, And they saw the creature, with a glow and a glint. It was a possum, with a grin and a glee, And the brothers knew, they were now free. They laughed with joy, with a hoot and a holler, As they realised, the possum was their scholar. For in the wilderness, they learned a lot, And they realized, what they had sought. The brothers hugged, with a squeeze and a smile, As they realised, they had travelled a mile. For in the wilderness, they found a friend, And they knew, their journey would never end. dr suess style | Anything