The hare and his party

poem by Ruth Salles

Run, run the hare
inside the forest.
want to celebrate
a good party.

Well, you found the vegetable garden
of carrots and lettuce.
who opened the door
for her to come in?

And give your little jumps,
run and don't get tired,
calling friends
for the meal.

And now she jumps,
out of the forest,
with all that's missing
for your party.

Ready! prepared
a hearty table.
Just didn't invite
the fox and the marten.

"It's that they dare
- I've heard about it -
eating the hare
to be careless

What's in the garden
they don't care.
I close the door tight,
I don't invite, no!”

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