A pat-rol car drove right in
Through a gate collaps-ed,
Looking for young Carol’s man,
Though she still they doubt-ed.
Hap-pi-ly Stu’s van had marked
Tracks to simply follow.
They drove up and quick-ly parked
In an icy hol-low.
Ev’ry-where upon the ground,
Was dec-or-at-ed full-y.
By those footprints all around,
That stood out so clearly.
They led them right to a spot
Where the ground was spoil-ed,
Showing signs of Stu-art’s plot
That now had been foil-ed.
Four trails led a-way from there
A-cross the wood’s cold flo-or.
Some went right back to from where
They’d left the four-by-four.
One set of steps were freshly made
By Stuart’s other helper.
Who’d headed home with nothing gained
From this little venture.
The third set head-ed right in
T’wards a for-est clear-ing.
To right where the trees had been
Vul-ner-ab-ly growing.
Then they backed up once again
Straight back to right he-re,
Where those three escaping men
Then tried to disappear.
The last set was the very most
Int-er-est-ing to see.
A young man had fallen down
Und-er-neath a fir tree.
He’d been found there in the snow,
Ly-ing on the hard ground.
Picked right up and helped to go
Where he might still be found.
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