Ol’ Mr. Rabbit sat on field of green,
Munching away at a patch of grass.
‘Twas a beautiful day, no cloud to be seen,
And the fields ripe for Mr. Rabbit to reap.
Then along came cheeky Fox,
His fur blazed like fire, and his whiskers chirped.
He hopped and trotted over all the rocks,
Licking his lips for he’d found a treat.
“G’day, Mr. Rabbit,” he said with cheer,
“How goes it on this midsummer’s morn?”
“All fine and dandy, there’s much goods here,”
Mr. Rabbit gleamed as he munched and munched.
“Might I keep you company, dear Mr. Rabbit?
Home’s a ways away and I’d like a treat.
Fear not, I’ll be nice, I shan’t make a racket,
I only seek your spoils and fun.”
“Why not, dear Fox? Come one, come all!
There’s plenty here to feed you thrice.
If you seek good fun, then I shall not stall,
Let’s you and me dance upon the field!”
But as ol’ Mr. Rabbit had eyes elsewhere
The Fox gaped wide and prepared to bite.
He was hungry indeed, and his home was not there,
But his treat was naught of the greens abound.
“Ho, there, you all from down below,
I do believe I’ve spied a trick!”
For up in the sky was merry Mr. Crow,
He flapped about from to and fro.
“Away, away with you, Mr. Rabbit!
For not all ye encounter are a friend in wait.
Dear old Fox, wants not a carrot,
But a mouthful morsel of ye, you see!”
At once, the Fox had pounced with haste,
With intent to do away with Mr. Rabbit’s head,
But Mr. Crow had left no time to waste,
And filled the Fox’s mouth with dirt!
“Oh dear, oh dear, my dear old Fox!
What trickery has been laid bare to me?
To think you would slight me by the rocks,
Had Mr. Crow not come along.”
“Shoo, shoo,” said Mr. Crow.
“Let your guile and you away!
Indeed, thou art a cunning foe,
So depart ere I stone you dead!”
With tail between his shaken legs,
So did dear old Fox thus depart.
Perhaps instead he would hunt for eggs,
To soothe the hunger that lingered still.
And Mr. Rabbit never saw Fox again,
And continued to munch on the evergreen grass,
And Mr. Crow who’d passed by then,
Grew quite fond of our Mr. Rabbit.
“Pray tell,” Mr. Crow said with muse,
“How doth the grass taste on this day?”
“A veggie delight, and that’s good news!
Mr. Rabbit said and munched away.
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