Badger and the Muffin
Once there was this badger;
he was really selfish!
He hated doing merger
in hunting for fish.
One time he found a muffin,
and hid inside a coffin.
He had a delightful munch,
enjoying his early lunch.
He was so satisfied that he slept;
shadows of the sunset soon crept.
"Good evening" he heard from outside;
"How are you getting on inside?"
Slowly the coffin lid was open;
the badger's fright was sudden!
It was a face of a vampire he saw;
quickly the badger was on his toe.
The fanged being was very worried;
the coffin belonged to his friend, Alfred.
So fast and far away he ran,
afraid of being the vampire's fun.
He had to look for another hiding place to eat,
far away from places where vampires meet.
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