Helen Bechtel Poet Limerick

What's Up In the Meadow?

Out in the meadow
sat a wee elf,
under a toad stool,
shading himself.

From close beside him,
ran one little mouse.
To ward off the danger,
he ran for his house.

Up in the sky,
flew a nasty old hawk,
looking for dinner,
behind an old rock,

"Run,Run," cried his Mammee,
as loud as she could,
and she woke the wee elf,
but she knew that she should.

With a fast little flurry,
and a pull him up tight,
the mouse and the elf.
hide in the toad stool's dim light.

So thanks to a toad stool,
two lives were but saved,
 As the nasty old hawk flew off.
His wings seemed to have waved.

I'll get them tomorrow,
thought the hawk to himself,
while away ran his supper,
that little old mouse and the wee little elf,

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