James and I were roaming on the fourteenth of May

We went to Paper Mill where it’s cool green shade

We climbed up the hills and down the dales

Till we came to Sope Creek at the end of the trail

We stepped out on the cool sprayed rocks

Would have gone further but our way was blocked

By water that bubbled twisted and turned

Around boulders, shallows and smooth gray stone

So we looked to the other side of the creek

Saw a boy and his dog all cool and sleek

About that time we saw two wild geese

They landed on the water to stop and feed

That dog jumped in and swam so fast

He pulled his leash away with a splash

The boy called to the dog but he paid no heed

Just swam faster right after those geese

In his haste for the leash the boy fell in

He was wet as water plum up to his chin

Now these geese were wise and full of fun

They played that dog like an ace in one

They let that dog get right on their tail

Then off those Canadian geese would sail

And land again right in his face

They ran that poor little dog a race

Well the boy kept yelling and falling in the creek

Till he finely was close enough to grab the leash

I would swear those wise old Canadian geese

Had more fun that day than they’d had in a week

James and I laughed from the sides of our faces

But thought we’d better save it for another day

The dog looked shamed to be so beat

And the boy wasn’t happy hanging onto the leash

So we climbed on over the boulders and rocks

Passed trees and vines where chickadees flocked

To the ancient ruins where Paper Mill stood

That mill ran for more than a hundred years

Some walls stand some have tumbled down

A haunted place on haunted ground

We ambled on back over hills and dales

Passing mountain laurel on wooded trails

We were just a bit tired from our all day trek

We thought it was time to head on back

James drove us home a pretty good deal

The best dang driver in these dog gone hills