I found a couple bogus hands
Lying under a tree in the woods.
I had been walking for a while
Listening to the sounds I made
As I tapped the tree mushrooms
I call the bookshelves of the woods.
The hands looked new and peculiar.
I poked one and then the other,
And finding both suitably clean,
I decided to take one home.
The other I left for the future,
To another such as myself.
