A hole appeared under his feet, he peered right in beneath the peat
If I jump in who will I meet? This pull is strong and oh so
sweet
I'll gather up some food to eat and wrap it in this old
bedsheet
A task ahead for me to beat, a Land of Magic, full of sleet
So down he went into the vent, down he tumbled, down he went
The tunnel turned, the tunnel bent, he hit the side but not
a dent
Upon the tunnel wall he leant. What can this mean? Oh what was
meant?
Into his nose a pungent scent. Where was he at? Where’d he
been sent?
Then all at once he hit the ground, he bounced along and spun
around
The site around him did astound, a fence around a grassy
mound
Stuck inside this large compound, he called out loud but
not a sound
His name upon a note he found, What does this mean is it
profound?
The snow fell down, The First got wet, he wiped his brow
from beads of sweat
Inside he found an old cassette, a challenge laid that will be
met
My tasks ahead they do not not fret, I’ll score my goal, back of the net
The words he saw seems like a bet, a question asked – Do you
get it yet?
