Ironic Journey - Poem by Scot Warren
The little bunny kept running
Through old man Jenkins yard
This is very risky to do
When Jenkins is on guard
“Stay off my lawn or I will shoot
Any critter in sight,
Nothing will get into my crop
‘Cause I’ll be out all night.”
The little bunny wasn’t scared
He’s been through this before
He snuck into the farmers crop
And ate more and more and more.
He ate until he couldn’t move
He really had to poop.
The farmer found him lying there,
He loved rabbit soup.
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