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)

inspirationalrhyme

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