-- Frank C Yue
My poor pet Slim Fox Red
One morning jumps out of bed.
To catch a few rays of the Sun
And to have some fun,
He runs across the forest before breakfast
And then just drops dead!
O I can't believe that --
A healthy and very fit pet,
My own darling Slim Fox Red,
Is now dead.
What has happened here?
I'd blame Gravity, M'dear.
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