And as we stood beneath a tree,
Lost in a pensive ponder,
A crashing boom from over the hill
Made us jump and stare with wonder.
We could hear the brush being trod down
And we hardly dared to gape
For something big was crashing off
And making its escape.
We flipped our safetys and scrambled the ridge,
Heading to toward the vale away,
We could almost smell that giant beast,
The Twenty One of K.