Brownness through the valleys
And rocks all through the creeks
The country has a mystery
That only some people have time to seek
With wonder through the mountains
Many whispers in the trees
A life without this harmony
Is a life without any glee
One has many stories
That can be told at any time
Some about the animals
And some that could be used as a chime
Places vary with every step
Some unexplainably cool
Until the day that bad people come along
And wreck everything with a tool
They say it is the best for the tourism
But we all ask about the animals
They say don’t worry about it
So we come up with stories about Hannibal’s
We know what the country has to hold
And we understand to keep it that way
But something like this is hard to get rid of
So please help us and put in a say
If everyone tried to keep our land
So neat, tidy and clean
Their wouldn’t be so many disasters
And everything would be supreme
So take the chance to accept the magic
And when you do, put it in a trinket
You never know what you’ll find
That is held in a country’s Secret
