Deer
There was a deer that was impressed by his horns
But not with its legs which were thin as thorns
Every day when it passed by the brook
It looked at its leg and gave it a bad look
When it was looking at its leg which was thin
It saw a hunter coming from an inn
It ran as fast as it could
And stood by a piece of wood
Its horns got tangled in a bush of thorns
And could not untangle its horns
The deer learnt that
His legs had saved him,but not its horns as they were fat
Everything that is good is a gift from God
So why not accept it with a polite nod
Benedict (8 years)
Copyright © Benedict John | Year Posted 2012
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