To reach the bridge that led to town

To reach the bridge that led to town, With eager steps they hastened down; But recent rains had caused a rise— The stream was now a fearful size; The bridge was nearly swept away, Submerged in parts, and wet with spray.

But when the cunning Brownies get Their mind on some maneuver set, Nor wind nor flood, nor frost nor fire Can ever make the rogues retire.

Some walked the dripping logs with ease, While others crept on hands and knees With movements rather safe than fast, And inch by inch the danger passed.