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Rabbit StickI went in the woods one day Grabbed myself a stick, I shook it one too many times Then landed backwards in the crick. I looked over my shoulder And guess what I saw, Little tiny rabbits Standing with maw and paw. They hopped everywhere I couldn't believe my eyes, Noticed my clothes were all soaked Then I began to rise. There were so many rabbits Too many, I couldn't count, I looked over them carefully I couldn't believe the amount. I shook my stick at them More appeared out of nowhere, It was just me and my stick That was rather unfair. They happened to gang up on me The more I shook my stick, I think I peeved them off When I tried to run, rather quick. They pounced on my head So many tiny rabbits, Never go into the woods And threaten a rabbit, with a stick. Copyright Cynthia Jones June.20/2005 NEVER SHAKE A STICK AT A RABBIT BECAUSE YOU HAVE MORE RABBITS THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A STICK AT. LMAO Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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