The RabbitBrown bunny sites inside his burrowTill everything is still,Then out he slips along the furrow,Or up the grassy hill.He nibbles all about the bushes,Or sits to wash his face,But at a sound he stamps, and rushesAt a surprising pace.You see some little streaks and flashes,A last sharp twink of white,And down his hidy-hole he dashesAnd disappears from sight.Edith King
WhenWhen I’m on your lawnYou all go quietHoping to catch meI am listeningThough stillWhen you get too closeI take offStretching myself outTo twice my lengthDon’t follow orIf you doPrepare to shrinkAnd tumble to strange dark(Brian Swann)
I already have my shrinking cookie. What do I do now?
You eat it! And then explore the magic: you're in wonderland.
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The Rabbit
Brown bunny sites inside his burrow
Till everything is still,
Then out he slips along the furrow,
Or up the grassy hill.
He nibbles all about the bushes,
Or sits to wash his face,
But at a sound he stamps, and rushes
At a surprising pace.
You see some little streaks and flashes,
A last sharp twink of white,
And down his hidy-hole he dashes
And disappears from sight.
Edith King
When
When I’m on your lawn
You all go quiet
Hoping to catch me
I am listening
Though still
When you get too close
I take off
Stretching myself out
To twice my length
Don’t follow or
If you do
Prepare to shrink
And tumble to strange dark
(Brian Swann)
I already have my shrinking cookie. What do I do now?
You eat it! And then explore the magic: you're in wonderland.
Post a Comment