M,T,T,R
Mole To The Rescue.
Little Trixie Duckling was running down the lane.
Quacking and a squawking when Mole popped up
his head saying, "Trixie duck is that you again?
Why is it Trixie Duckling you're so noisy
with that squawking?"
"Oh Mole. Duckling replied.
"I've heard a Fox is lurking."
"If Fox is lurking, said poor old Mole
then surely you must be quiet."
"I can't, said Trixie Duckling,
that Fox has caused a riot.
He's prowling round the duck pond
saying he needs a feed.
When I felt him nip my bum
then I ran off at full speed.
So forgive me little Mole
if I've disturbed you're day
but you need to hide back inside
I see the Fox coming up this way."
"Then come, said little Mole
hide in this hole with me.
I won't tell a soul you hid with with Mole
and Fox won't have you for his tea.
Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2016
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