Daffodils, Hula Hoops and Jellies?

Pack your bags - we’re going over the hill
march-ing flags, hear trumpet-ing daffodils.

Carry paper and pens, tally twelve squawking hens
valley of chocolate egg gems, play in hideaway dens.

Assemble troops to our bikes - set pedals to take flight
hula hoop-bop rainbows, let’s revel moonlight delight -

dribbles gold in the East, fizzles jellies as our feast
chisels silver swords - what a quest; gather strong and head west.

See birds are our map, singing skies spy secret traps
two sharp tweets, one wing flap - means somebody is kidnapped…

a silly sister who snores? or maths teacher? (what a bore)
shhh don’t tell anyone - you promised - we swore!

But look! - what’s on your back? The bogey-man tied in a sack -
ring the bells, bang on drums - today’s battle is now won.

So burrow no more, hidden tunnels all explored
to-morrow grows out our clothes - struggle to touch on tippy toes.

We’ll remember our hill, down we tumbled and still -
following dream glow of yell-ow daffodils.