A pebble spilled on down the hill
To lead its many friends
In avalanche, for come what will,
They’d show this town its end.

Rough Tacker felt a rocky thrill
As he was buried deep,
But he would need no pick nor drill
To save all from the heap.

The flowers led, and do so still,
Up to the loving light,
So the town grew as it was filled
Up with the mountain’s might.

The town of Crumble bloom by bloom
Swirled with the world around,
Combining, growing with more room
For any in their town.