Once upon a carrot patch,
by burrows lined with straw and thatch,
three bunny rabbits none could catch,
would frolic happily!
When they ventured out to play
and Scrapper Fox would bar their way,
they’d dodge, hodge-podge, into their lodge,
all giggling with glee!
One day, the youngest of the three,
whose name was Quincy Marvin Lee,
decided he would rather be
out living on his own.
He packed his lunch box with some socks,
some blue gumdrops and lollipops,
then hopping, through the carrot tops,
went searching for a home.
Beyond the meadow, freshly mowed
on the shady side of the gravel road,
he saw a lumpy, grumpy toad
with eyes that blinked so WIDE!
“Why are you out so far from home,”
The old toad croaked, “And all alone?
You are the greatest fool I’ve known!
You’d better run and hide.”
“For what I’m telling you is true,
you will end up as rabbit stew!
There’s nothing more that I can do…”
The grum-bul-ly toad sighed.
Then from above he heard a cry.
A frightened blue jay flying by.
“There’s danger, lurking quite nearby,
The fox is on his way!”
Meanwhile, what Quincy couldn’t see,
was that, behind him, in a tree,
his brothers waited anxiously,
to help him get away.
They waited hoping that the fox,
not noticing their trap, would cross
a pit (concealed with sticks and moss
some fallen leaves, and hay).
When Scrapper Fox approached and spied
poor Quincy, crouching by the side
of the gravel road, nowhere to hide,
he licked his chops and drooled.
Beneath his paws, twigs cracked, then snapped,
and Scrapper tumbled in the trap!
The brothers danced and pranced and clapped!
Old Scrapper had been fooled.
Today upon that carrot patch,
by burrows lined with straw and thatch,
three bunny rabbits none could catch
all frolic happily.
And when they venture out to play,
and some sly fox should bar their way,
they dodge, hodge-podge, into their lodge,
and like it, just that way.
By Jane Clark
The End.
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