Mean Humans
The rabbit ran,
a hare came from behind,
it was their pen,
and the accompanying ground,
they pranced and ran,
they dug and made burroughs,
they fought over carrots,
the white creatures looked simply pretty,
against the backdrop of grassy green,
suddenly the best of human came along,
a team of kids,
yes,a team of kids,
looking at the playful creatures,they thought let us also join,
they picked up stones,
and threw on them,
are,nt we humans pretty mean.
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