Peter And The Wolf - Poem by Rebecca Wiles
Long ago in a far away land, when ages still were good,
there was a boy named Peter, who lived right by the wood.
It was upon a sunny morn inside the outer gate,
that Peter decided to step outside, and chance his very fate.
His grandpa always told him that he must not go out there.
But the brave little Peter, really didn't care.
No wolf would get the best of him, and so he took a chance.
And if one happened by, he would make a stance.
Just outside the outer gate, he met his friends, Duck and Bird.
They got into an argument; the silliest ever heard.
Duck: she said, What kind of bird is it that cannot swim?
Bird: he said, What kind of bird cannot fly? It seemed dumb to him.
Peter tried to soothe them both, as bird hopped on the ground.
But out jumped sly old cat, as bird flew round and round.
Duck, she was in the pond, as safe as she could be.
But bird was having trouble, as cat climbed up the tree.
Then grandpa came along and scolded Peter good.
And told him to step inside the gate, away from the wood.
Peter, just inside the gate, could see his friends and all.
When out of the woods they heard, a very strange distant call.
Out jumped a wolf, hungry and thin, from winter's useless care,
who was looking to find a most tasty and generous fare.
Bird, was still stuck high up in the tree,
while cat was on a branch looking down fearfully.
Duck, she was safe, but in fear ran around,
she got out of the water, running in circles on the ground.
Before she knew what happened, the wolf swallowed her whole.
Then he tried to climb the tree, even with his belly full.
Peter looked on, watching in angry disbelief,
as the wolf went on his hungry winter's feast.
Peter tied a rope on a branch in the tree,
and lassoed the wolf by the tail, as he dangled helplessly.
Then Peter stepped outside the gate, as two hunters happened by,
and said, 'We've been tracking the wolf all morning, now he can die.
But Peter said, 'NO' The wolf is safe in my care.
And to kill a helpless animal, just isn't fair.
Peter had an idea; let's take the wolf to the zoo.
So marched Peter, Bird, Cat, and Hunters and Grandpa came too.
So wolf lived on many a year and got his second chance,
because a brave little boy named Peter went and took a stance!
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