These are the exact words issued from our eldest's mouth upon seeing this small hillock, and, apart from stating the obvious (that it was a mound with grass on), we have no idea! And to a geologist and a geographer, not having the answer to this small natural phenomena is rather irritating. So if you could put us out of our misery with a little story of how this (and the flock of others there too) were formed, we would be very grateful.
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The man from the farm was gathering stones,
gathering stones,
gathering stones.
The man from the farm was gathering stones, all, day, long.
He put them in to neat little piles, neat little piles, neat little piles.
He put them in to neat little piles, all, day, long.
The next day he went to get the cart, get the cart, get the cart.
He went off to get the cart, but it wouldn't go.
Sadly the wheel had split, wheel had split, wheel had split.
Very sadly the wheel had split all, the, way through.
So off he went to the wheelwright's shop, the wheelwright''s shop, the wheelwright's shop.
There he helped to fix the wheel, all, day, long.
He helped the wheelwright very well, very well, very well.
He helped the wheelwright so very well, he got offered a job!
He liked that more than gathering rocks, gathering rocks, gathering rocks.
So the piles of rocks got left in the field and they are still there today!
So the piles in the field are there today, there today, there today.
Still waiting for the cart to come and carry them away, to clear, the, field.
Many people have speculated that the humps might be dinosaurs eggs that will hatch in global warming, others say they are old tree stumps. That old farmer knows, but he went off to build carts rather than load them!
OH, if you can't work out the tune, think bus wheels!
Super Poet PAPA!
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