"At last we arrive!" the Pickler did cry
as he reached the top of the hill
and brushing a tear at the edge of his eye
he called for his men to be still

"At last we arrive! I'll say it once more,
for here is the place we have sought;
at last we arrive! I'm perfectly sure
that here's where the map has us brought."

The Pickler's job was once in a place
where he pickled his pickles all day
till a map fluttered down and flapped in his face,
and did take his poor breath all away.

It was that day when he made up his mind
to adventure the lands on the map,
and so the dear Pickler had set off in no time,
and found him a crew and a hat.

His company halted, and stood in a line
which sorted them all out by age
And this arrangement was perfectly fine
'cept they all had been born the same day.

There stood there a Pilot, sure of his skill
though never a plane did he fly,
Also a Pirate, who, as most pirates will,
told many an obvious lie.

A Pipe-maker, with no thought to his health,
went puffing so proudly away,
while a Politician with significant wealth,
told them to elect him someday.

There was also a Piglet, pink and small
which loved to eat salads and corn
and carried with it a little blue shawl
which was becoming disheveled and worn.

One of the group was quite lost and all dazed
when they found him wandering by,
and when asked how he'd come to be lost in this way,
he said he'd been chasing a fly.

The fly had escaped, and slipped through his hands,
and laughed as it buzzed away,
and with it it took the man's mushroom soup cans,
so the man had no lunch all that day.

So the group took him in, and fed him some ice,
which would surely have made him starve
if the kind Piglet hadn't come up with some rice
and shared with a generous heart.

They asked him his name, but he said, "Please, more!"
meaning, of course, some more rice,
but the others thought it must be his name for sure,
and told him it sounded quite nice.

The Pickler gave 'Please' a long-handled net,
and told him to use it as wise
as the old grey-haired sage he himself had once met,
and then he paused to let out a few sighs.

Please took it with pride, and he fit in well
with the rest of the Pickler's crew
and he pledged that a secret he never would tell
and to them all he would be always be true.

"He's great for the job," the Pickler said
later, when Please was alseep,
"He's the perfect Adventurer, and though now he's in bed,
he's got 'Adventurer' in his soul deep."

So now they all stood there, atop the hill
and the Pickler cleared his throat loud,
and he thought he smelled the sweet scent of a dill
as he began to adress the small crowd.

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