Ten little hikers tramping in line.
One took a side path,
And then there were nine
Nine little hikers set up camp very late
One stumbled in the dark
And then there were eight
Eight little hikers looking up at heaven
One wanted to go there
And then there were seven
Seven little hikers grilling marshmallows on sticks
One burnt himself
And then there were six
Six little hikers walked into a bee hive.
One was allergic
and then there were five.
Five little hikers met upon a boar
One was caught off guard
And then there were four
Four little hikers camped by a tree
A branch fell down on one
And then there were three
Three little hikers again on the move
One twisted his ankle,
And then there were two
Two little hikers now almost done
One fell at the finish line,
And then there was one
One little hiker in the wilderness all alone
At last he reached his goal
And then he went home
Origin of the poem:
Agatha Christie is one of my favourite authors, and as I was reading And then there were none I came upon a poem I figured could be rearranged into something that’s more relateable to me than a murder-mystery. Maybe someone can make a little story out of this some day..
Also, head over and read the first book from my Te Araroa Adventure!