Feeling wholesome, bold, and brave—
Day one we marched like champions,
Day *two*… we dont wanna leave the cave.
We had the best intentions,
Packed snacks, coats, and all the kids,
Ready to walk our butts right off—
But fate had *other bids*.
’Cause the gremlins tagged along,
And that’s when things went downhill—
They collected “nature treasures”
’Til our pockets were over filled.
Fifteen berries, four sticks,
One… broken something? (We’re not sure.)
A bottle-cap hat and a mudflap cape—
Junky treasures, that’s *their* allure.
We’re wrangling gremlins on the footpath,
Fitbit dying, dog running amok,
They’re trying to strap it to his collar—
“HE’LL WIN FOR US!” (…or maybe not.)
We tried to keep the pace up,
But they found a horseshoe nail,
Then started sword-fighting with brambles
In a muddy woodland trail.
The kids were chasing gremlins,
The gremlins chasing crows,
Meanwhile we’d hit *seven hundred steps*
And everyone complaining that their head hurt to their toes
(Pre-Chorus)
And we thought this would be easy,
Just a wholesome little stroll—
But when gremlins take attendance,
What you get is let the naughtiness roll!
Fifteen berries, four sticks,
One random thing we can't not keep
Half a mudflap, bottle-cap hat—
It’s a “TREASURE QUEST!” they squeak
We’re wrangling gremlins on the footpath,
Fitbit nearly fed to a frog,
We still insist the fastest runner
Is obviously the dog.
By the time we reached the park bench,
Morale was hanging by a thread—
A gremlin stole my water bottle
And wore it as a hat instead.
Another tried to count our steps
By jumping on my phone,
And somehow we came home with
A traffic cone we don’t own.
Fifteen berries, four sticks,
And enough junk to start a stall—
We meant to walk ten thousand steps
We barely made any at all.
But hey, we got a story,
Gremlin chaos, kids, and laughs—
Next year we’ll skip the step challenge…
Or at least leave the gremlins on the path.
Our song is at The end—but our pockets are still full of sticks.
We're off to make a brew and put our feet up with a Twix.