Friday, June 12, 2015


What does make the rabbit quail?
But sight of a dogs wagging tail
Yet safe in hedge, thinks he thus
But on t'other side, lurks slinking puss
He is thus found without one friend
When only predator's nature does send
To run to ground, his best defence
Into the burrow where he came whence
In a splash of brown the race is up
But he's too fast to be caught by a pup
A rabbit's life is so full of despair
If only he were as fast as a hare