Rabbit Stick
I went in the woods one day
Grabbed myself a stick,
I shook it one too many times
Then landed backwards in the crick.
I looked over my shoulder
And guess what I saw,
Little tiny rabbits
Standing with maw and paw.
They hopped everywhere
I couldn't believe my eyes,
Noticed my clothes were all soaked
Then I began to rise.
There were so many rabbits
Too many, I couldn't count,
I looked over them carefully
I couldn't believe the amount.
I shook my stick at them
More appeared out of nowhere,
It was just me and my stick
That was rather unfair.
They happened to gang up on me
The more I shook my stick,
I think I peeved them off
When I tried to run, rather quick.
They pounced on my head
So many tiny rabbits,
Never go into the woods
And threaten a rabbit, with a stick.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.20/2005
NEVER SHAKE A STICK AT A RABBIT BECAUSE YOU HAVE MORE RABBITS THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A STICK AT. LMAO
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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