poem from a New York wood
ittle cabin in the woods.
Little me by the window stood.
Saw a rabbit hopping by,
Knocking at my door.
The rabbit grinned.
"You look cozy there within!"
"Hey little rabbit, you are right.
This here place is out of sight.
I could lodge inside for days
Until my brain is fogged in haze.
Surrounded by my favourite cheese,
There's a chance I'll never leave."
"Perhaps you need some help" said he.
I can eat for me times three!
We'll munch all the fromage away
And when it's gone we'll go and play
Upon the hills and in the snow
And hopscotch rocks until we're so
Refreshed from all the springy air.
You'll feel alive again!" said Hare.
"You're my kind of friend" said I.
"Let's do just that." And we high-fived.