Behold the family of Gustave
They’re close and happy, all for one
As is their summertime tradition
they hold a picnic in the sun
the birds are praising nature’s glory
brioches and tartiflettes for tea
They play their games, enjoy the sunshine
A scene idyllic as can be.
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A cave nearby invites exploring
They all start playing seek and hide
But suddenly the earth starts moving
And traps the family inside.
A tiny gap is all remaining
Gustave, the smallest, can fit through
Their fate depends upon his doing
“So RUN my boy! We trust in you…”
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The heavens open and it’s pouring
And Gustave knows the stakes are raised
His little legs are pumping madly
Exhausted, panting, feeling dazed
He somehow makes it to the village
And gasps his story to the wives
Between his sobs and desp’rate pleading
“you must go now to save their lives”
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The men grab bridles tools and horses
And ride like furies through the night
While Gustave’s praying with the women
“Please God, let everything come right!”
But when they reach the dread location
‘t is clear that they have lost the game:
His loving family’s no longer
And little Gustave feels to blame. . .
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