The Hairy Hand Curving, winding, undulating The road glides through the moor. A peaceful ride, Surrounded by nature, Wild, green and beautiful. Suddenly, a hand! Large and hairy, Wrestling and bustling with my own; Trying to veer me off the road, Danger imminent. Tumbling, falling downwards; Ground, sky, ground, sky, Crashing to a halt between the hills, Unharmed, but shaken and scared. The rabbits take no notice; They've seen this all before. This is why locals are careful When they go on the moor.