THE TALES OF TONY RABBIT
By Frances Harris
Two king bunnies, J.
and T.
Went walking, one
fine day,
They were on a mission,
To see what they
could see,
They saw a chance to
benefit,
Looking for some
loot,
The soil was moist
and fertile,
Perfect for new
growth,
Their heads turned
left,
Their heads turned
right,
Saw carrots in the
soil,
Just likely for the
taking,
They nodded in
agreement:
Opportunity is rife,
Waiting for the
moment,
Working on the foil,
The farmers’ at the
market,
Buying bags of seed,
Bolstering their
paltry lives,
An ambush in the making,
Eyes grew
bright,whiskers twitched,
They were in
agreement,
Too much food for
keeping,
The treasury might
need it,
The bunnies wrote a
careful list,
Divided it by four,
They checked again
to see it all,
The farmer, little
more,
Both of them walked
further,
Listing all the
loot,
When Clive the angry
bull dog,
- Chased them up the
street.
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