Hairy Hare Poem by Victor Cruickshank
Hairy Hare
Today we breathe so fresh the air
Our clothes though not needed we buy and wear
Our environment is given no care
A new footwear is out, buy me a pair
The humans were saying these I heard, I won't swear
Yes I know I am an animal but I care
Even though I am just a hairy Hare
Not only is my home burnt but also my hair
I used to dress with flair but now I am rare.
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