Hare

by Alphie Sweeney aged 11

Hare went hopping through a field
at 6 o’clock in the morning,
but every day he did this.
It simply got rather boring.

So he changed his sights
to a fight for anyone with the might
He found a surprisingly strong young chap,
who beat him in every boxing match.

So the very next day he ran away,
and continued his usual hopping ways.

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