Fence

I chanced upon a timid group
Of ramblers free to roam
They stood before a broken fence
Eager to get home
They hailed a local ancient
Requesting sage direction
Here you find their discourse
Recorded sans correction

Good man we hear a noise beyond
The fences and the trees
Would it be safe to proceed
Tell us if you please ...

We thought we heard a bovine voice
We thought we heard the duck
Perhaps a pig or two we heard
Or poultry run amok

Nah them baint be grunts or moos
Them baint be clucks or baas
Them baint be caws
Or creaking doors
I tell you that becaas ...

Enough of you old yokel!
Said the leader of the group
We have not time for this rhyme
He turned toward the troupe
I say we press on here and now
And through the gap they leapt
Unaware of what was there
That in the darkness slept

Meanwhile the yokel all alone
Shook his ancient head
Stroked his chin and breathing in
This is what he said ...

Them baint be grunts or moos
Them baint be clucks or baas
Them baint be caws
Or creaking doors
I tell you that becaas ...

Them be roars and spiky jaws
An' yon Safari Park
'Taint the place for city folk
To be walkin' after dark