Vegetarian Fox Our Cabbie
Vegetarian fox offered his services to me.
The other bunnies said no until they knew he was free.
He’s a cabbie, I said, and he takes all kinds about.
They watched him carefully for years with bunny minds full of doubt.
Vegetarian fox finally asked us for a dollar a night.
The bunnies refused, they are incredibly tight.
Since we get paid ten for each gig that we do,
I took it out of their salaries, and I paid the fox two.
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