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Food Chain

Food Chain

Run little bunnykins
The farmer has his gun
He is out a-hunting
For to eat a rabbit bun

Jump clicky grasshopper
There are predators near
Spiders & snakes
Are hungry I fear

Swing hairy monkey
Keep high in your tree
The crocodiles below you
Are hungry for their tea

Scuttle tiny mousey
Get in the smallest gap
Coz if she sees you in her kitchen
She will catch you in her trap

Prance pretty roe deer
Hide behind that tree
Keep well hidden 
from the hungry coyote

Sprint on graceful giraffe
Faster than a train
Sneaking up & watching you
Is a lions mane

Scamper away to safety
In your hole Vole
The wise old owl
Is above you on a pole

Swim silver salmon
You are a very tasty tea
Mr Fisherman will catch you 
in his net just for me

Its a fact of life
& its just a food chain
Animals eat animals
They do not die in vain

 

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Marion

Yep Jill...so true, the beauty of this world is just a smokescreen hiding great ugliness. If it was up to me we would all eat....grass???

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Marion

Enjoyed your poem by the way xx

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