Carrot Detective
In the land of produce there lives a carrot detective, I swear
When rabbits come during the night to steal carrots, she is there.
She watches but says nothing until the police stop the next day.
For a sixpence, she uses her foot to point to where they ran away.
Police are always appreciative, and sometimes buy her celery or such.
A sargent thanked her, and she said, “I appreciate this very much.”
She stays in garden from May until October’s pumpkins come around.
Rabbits don’t steal these bad boys, is what she says she has found.
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