Teletubbies

Upon the verdant, ever-rolling hill,

Where sunbeams giggled from a baby's face,

Lived four bright friends who danced with simple will,

And found their joy within that gentle space.

There Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa, Po,

With vibrant hues against the endless green,

Would watch the windmills, hear the flowers grow,

A simple, televised, and happy scene.

They’d share their Tubby Custard, warm and sweet,

And listen to the trumpets' merry sound,

In that strange, wondrous world beneath their feet,

A haven where pure innocence was found.

Though flooded now, the hill remains a part,

A cheerful memory within the heart.