The Badger - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Out on the farmer's cedar porch
a badger stood, holding a torch.
The farmer once had spared his life
for which he thanked him and his wife.
And every day, when it is dark
and when the dogs begin to bark
the badger comes and lights the way
makes nights and evil go away.
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