In the heart of the trees,

I stood right in the middle,

Of a creepy scary forest,

With no end or exit.

What should I do?

Should I just wander round?

There was not a soul,

Just the trees for company.

What should I do?

I am lost here,

In the middle of nowhere,

With no friends, nothing!

Suddenly, out of the blue,

Came a sparkling red plane,

"It’s come to save me! Hurrah!"