A NEW POEM,,, RABBITS BEWARE
Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits beware
for the poacher is afield
out looking for Br,er
No nets no guns just lurcher by side
eyeing the fields
from the woods where they hide
He is hawking the ground for a dark windy night
that,s when he,ll return
well out of sight
Keeper and farmer its what you have got
that the poacher is wanting
to stick in his pot
So when farmer,s and keeper,s are resting their heads
old poacher is out
tucking Br,er in to bed..
SWG DAVE