“……this high clean place is only a way station, you know!”
Back in scratchy corner did Old Croakie wink and sigh,
“Now I rest, now I soak up peace, now I be all new.”
“Not so snappy, Mr. Hoppy,” swirled a whisper by and by
Out of steeplely cone of dust pushed askew.
“This here jest be rest-stop, jest be station on the way
“on the path yon critterly questers do pursue.
“When yon friends on journey get filled with Light-ray,
“They be called out to high rocky places and lowly slew.”
So smoked on dusty voice, “Ye be hoppin’ with critters,
“For they love you and need you and call you along!”
“What be this voice under dust?”gulped Croakey in jitters.
“This dusty voice is Time before Time: Eternal Song.”