BUNNY TALE 17
TROUBLE
I wish that only lovely things,
Like roses red and diamond rings
And lollypops and ice cream cones
And pretty little colored stones
Would fall down at the rabbits’ feet
And make them smile with laughter sweet,
And not a hungry long-clawed hawk,
With swishing wings and cruel squawk.
And now I’ve explained in this little poem what happened while the little rabbit family were sitting peacefully on the back porch of their little bungalow in the Old Bramble Patch.