Six litte monklings went out to play,

Following their Abbess into the woods for the day.

With a hike and a walk and a ponder and a muse,

They came upon a swing and they had to choose.

And they swung so high,

And they giggled with glee,

As they played and  laughed for all to see,

Then they hiked  some more

And came upon a bench,

Where they opened up  their picnic and  feasted with exuberance.

(best when hummed or sung along to the tune, “Six little ducks went out to play.”)

Also, TM  ‘monkling’ to John Paintner – fellow monk on this Vienna pilgrimage and master creator of the word.