Beneath the lark hovers the buzzard and the hawk,

Gently gliding in the wind ready to stalk,

Suddenly music ascends and they take stock

'Cause all the birds and wildlife recognise "The Rock."

All of them join forces, moles and bees alike

Doing "The Rock" is happiness even for the pike,

They rock amongst the daffodils and violets oh so blue,

Bouncing up and down their rhythm right on cue.

The Forest rock excites them as they descend upon Wye Valley,

With the old mad Irish hare known as 'Rocker O'Malley,'

Elegant trees are swaying shedding their leaves about,

Where, in the little stream dances happy Mr Trout.

The concert's nearly over now and they're going to the pond,

As Hermit the frog still rocking and waving his magic wand,

With all that's good in nature – join hands and sing as one,

Rocking around the goldfish pond, everybody's having fun.

You may wonder about the mystic rock, well,

There isn't much to tell,

But once a year just for a day

Life becomes Utopia and dreams are here to stay.

– M.J.C. Radclyffe