The Rescue Team

Searching in the morning, evening and at supper time They are looking in vain for Lucy’s confederate dime. The bull is bellowing in the ears of the hippo so rare. The toucan shouldn’t have come, he does not even care. We are the rescue rangers - the mighty four they say. I forgot to mention they brought along spider monkey this Monday. I think I see a shiny thing, crow says, flying off to find it. The dime is never found at all, and Lucy throws a fit.