Watchers In The Skies

Poem By Gerry Legister

A rabbit is a furry thing
its fluffiness is magic,
a rabbit cannot speak or sing,
but is a coprophagic.
So if you ever raise these pets
do not use wire floors,
as then the little rabbit gets
his little footsies sore.
His pebbles dropp down to the ground
he cannot re-ingest them,
B-12 is in the pebble mound
where rabbit Gods have blessed them.
So now you know that rabbits need
to keep their pebbles near
and once they dropp they will then eat
them once again, oh dear,
I hope you do not take offence
at coprophagic features
that's why the rabbit story ends
we'll talk of other creatures.

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