On a quiet dusty backward, trail of grass and dirt

I was hiking with a friend, and she fell and got hurt

As I picked her up, out of the dirty muddy ground

The dirt was flying, and rocks rolling all around

Something bright and shiny, caught both of our eyes

Grabbing the secret item to hide, looking around for spies

Hike was over and we were back, to the vehicle car

Looking at the metal historic thing, pretty old by far

The daily news of print, was asking for the public’s eyes

Lost object was actually stolen, and taken by his lies

Thrown into the woods in haste, and still are on the run

Hiking and nature is never the same, but a bunch of fun

Now the thing is back home, with its correct bunch

The next time you go out in the woods, take your lunch