Hunting We Will Go
The little bird leaves its nest
and wonders where the worm is today.
"Here am I" said the worm.
"Right in front of you.
So now what will you do silly bird?"
"Eat you, yum, yum,down you go".
Mr Hawk so far up in the sky,
saw all of this, with his wonderful eye,
descending down from where he was.
Thinking how a bird-worm meal
would fill his tummy so well.
Watching this from afar was
a hunter with his gun barrel
on mr hawk.
Now sitting down to supper
eating bird and mr hawk
so full is he now.
wrote 5-4-07
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