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Beyond the hedgerow where the river does flow Where bunnies unbridled cavort to and fro And commune with the cows where the new grasses sprout What, one could ask, might they natter about? … … The cow left a pat and he said, “Look at that,” to the rabbits all hopping around. One said, “But there’s piddle all splashed in the middle and not a firm bit to be found. “Please note to our credit that each little pellet we make is a capsule of poop. They might not be sweet but they really are neat and they’re perfect for putting in soup.” The cow said “Disgusting, I wouldn’t be trusting, a meal that was served up by you. So please don’t be stroppy my poop might be sloppy but I’d never feed it to you.” One rabbit said, ‘Honey, whilst your poop is runny, there’s reasons our droppings look nice. Our poop is amazin’ each looks like a raisin, If hungry we might eat them twice.” The cow shrugged his shoulders, “Well your tiny boulders, might be quite a neat little mass, but mine hits the ground with no need to be found… once it’s cascaded out of my ass. “It has come to pass that we eat the same grass but then it ferments in our bellies. Which just might explain, when there ain’t any rain Why fishermen still wear their wellies.”