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[INTRO MUSIC]

Hey!

Under the willows and down

by the river,

Come join our friends, Every one, having fun,

every day...

Hey!

[CAR HORN]

- Action!

Hey!

Drifting in rowing boats down on the river,

Feel the whispering wind, Every one, having fun,

every day...

[RATTY: And though my rhyme]

comes to its close,

forever on the river flows.

- Bravo!

[TOAD SPLUTTERS]

- That was delightful.

Such a nice way to describe the river.

- Mmm hmm.

- Splendid, Ratty.

It would have been better if you'd mentioned me.

And the poem could have been shorter, but still, pretty good.

- Thank you, Toad.

I think.

I like to think I'm the best poet on the riverbank.

- As far as I know, you're the only poet

on the riverbank.

[MOLE LAUGHS]

- Ooh, can you teach us, Ratty?

I'd love to write poetry.

- Hmm.

Poetry is an art, Hedge.

It takes great skill to master it.

- Please?

- Yes, please, Ratty.

- Well...

Yes.

Why not?

Of course, I'll teach you.

- Yes!

- Oh, thank you.

- Shall I make us some sandwiche

- Sure.

Help yourself.

[RATTY: Poetry is life.]

We must experience it.

Come on. Follow me.

[RIVER FLOWING]

Poetry can be inspired by the past

or by the world around us.

But poetry is more

than just words.

- Isn't poetry all words?

- No. Well, yes,

obviously, in one sense,

but in a deeper sense,

it's about the feeling those words create.

A poet trains

his voice to express his

or her feelings.

[RATTY INHALES]

The sun glows,

along the river flows,

ripples as the wind blows.

Now you try.

- Mmm.

- Hmm.

The sun glows,

[TOAD: Very good.]

along the river flow?

[TOAD: Mmm.]

[RATTY: Um.]

- Mmm hmm.

- Winds

know?

- Great!

- Yeah.

Nearly there.

Hedge?

[HEDGE INHALES]

[HEDGE EXHALES]

[HEDGE CLEARS THROAT]

- The sun glows.

The wind blows.

Ripples on the rivers flow.

- Very good, Hedge.

- Yes!

[TOAD CLEARS THROAT]

- The sun knows

that the wind never giggles at the river's jokes.

Ha, ha.

[HEDGE GIGGLES]

- This isn't a joke, Toad.

Now, come on, get writing,

you poets.

[HEDGE GIGGLES]

- Mmm. Ha ha!

Perfect!

- Okay.

It's time to share.

Mole, you go first.

- Oh.

I'll try my best.

A gentle breeze.

A new dream of spring.

My mind is at ease.

- That was fantastic.

- It's a nice start.

It rhymes, but it's a little short.

A good effort, though.

- Short and sweet, Mole.

Like you, my friend.

- Ooh.

- But now it is time for my epic poem.

There once was a fellow called Toad.

Who drove the best car on the road.

He drove it high speed with great skill, indeed.

And never for one second slowed.

[MOLE AND HEDGE LAUGH]

- Yay!

That was amazing.

- Toad, this is a time for poetry,

not more of your silliness.

- You said make it personal.

And I did.

I love driving.

[HEDGE COUGHS]

- I'm ready to read my poem.

- Ah, yes.

I trust this one is serious, Hedge.

[TOAD MOANS]

- Wide, green world.

How big and beautiful you are.

[WIND BLOWS]

[HEDGE: What a wind.]

Oh, what mud!

What a hill?

I run to you.

What joy,

what wonder?

Thank you, wide green world.

[TOAD: Aah, ha ha.]

- Very good, Hedge.

It was very, well, you.

- I've half a mind to stomp through some mud myself.

Haha!

[HEDGE GIGGLES]

- You're funny, Toad.

Thanks.

What do you think, Ratty?

- Well, it's not all bad.

Can I read it again, please?

Mmm.

I mean, it is all over the place.

Doesn't really rhyme,

but I can fix this.

Make it sound like a real poem.

- Oh.

- It sounded like a real poem to me.

- Cut a few lines.

Take out the bit about the mud.

- But I don't want to change it.

Can I have it back please, Ratty?

- In a moment.

I just want to change this first.

[WIND BLOWS]

It's getting away.

- I can't lose my poem.

I don't think I can remember it all.

- Don't worry.

I'll get it back.

- Wait for me, Ratty.

Oh, I can't leave you two like this.

- You go on.

We'll stay here and try and remember your poem.

- How about I write you an epic?

- No!

Go, Hedge.

We can always write your poem down again.

- Okay, thanks!

- If we remember it, that is.

How did the first line go?

Oh, green world?

No, that isn't right.

Toad, do you remember the first line of Hedge's poem?

- Mmm.

[TOAD SCRATCHES HEAD]

[TOAD REALISATION]

Yes, uh.

There once was a handsome fellow called Toad.

- Toad!

- Aah.

[RATTY PANTING]

[MUD SQUELCH]

[WIND BLOWS]

- Aah, no!

Where's it gone now?

[WIND BLOWS]

No!

- Wait for me, Ratty!

- It's okay.

The poem's going towards those trees.

- Wide green world.

How big and beautiful you are.

That's how it started.

[RUMBLE]

- Hear that?

Something started, all right.

How about a nice egg and mustard sandwich?

- This is not the time for food.

- My stomach would beg to differ

- No!

Think now.

Eat later.

-Relax.

I'm sure Hedge and Ratty have got that poem back by now.

[RATTY PANTING]

[TREE CREAKS ]

- What a wind!

Oh, squirrels!

- I'll get it.

- Uh, oh.

[CRASH]

[RATTY STAGGERING]

Poetry isn't normally this difficult.

- Wide, green world.

How big and beautiful you are.

What a hill?

No, that's not right.

Can you remember anything, Toad?

Toad!

Hmm. Wonder.

[TOAD LICKS LIPS]

Hmm.

- Aah.

I, um, can't think on an empty stomach.

You know me, Mole.

Here.

Want one?

- Oh,

go on, then.

- What a wind!

Oh,

what mud!

What a hill.

I run to you.

Ha, it's Hedge's poem!

Wide, green world.

How big and beautiful you are.

What a wind.

Oh, what mud!

What a hill?

I run to you.

What joy,

what wonder!

Thank you, wide, green world.

Hedge. Hedge. Wait.

- Gotcha.

[SPLASH]

Really don't like water.

But I got my poem.

- Um.

- Oh.

- It's okay. I rem--

- Hedge, did you get the poem back?

- Oh, that is bad.

- I can't even remember it.

It's gone for good.

- No, it isn't.

- Hey?

- Wide, green world.

How big and beautiful you are.

What a wind.

Oh, what mud!

What a hill?

I run to you.

What joy, what wonder!

Thank you, wide, green world.

- Ha ha ha ha.

- You...

You remembered my poem?

- It was memorable.

I lived it!

It was a really good poem.

Poems are more than what's on the page.

It's what's in your heart.

- Thank you, Ratty.

- Yes.

That was very touching.

- I'm sorry, I tried to change your poem

into something that wasn't yours.

I'll try to be a better teacher,

if you still want to learn.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

- Hurray!

That means you can all hear my epic poem again.

- Not until you've heard my new one.

[RATTY CLEARS THROAT]

There once was a silly old rat.

He behaved like a right old bat.

Hedge's poem took flight.

But it turned out all right.

And that was the end of that.

[ALL LAUGH]

[MUSIC]

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