A hare
Was sitting in the glare
Of the setting sun
Carefully rubbing his bum
He scowled
At the one who crawled
Behind a log –
The hedgehog!
The crow overhead
Laughed like mad
But the hare
Didn’t care
He made a face
Found the right place
Gave a big pull –
Oh! He had it in full
Though quite ashamed,
The hedgehog maintained
That it was the hare
Who had sat himself there
The hare
Thought this quite unfair
He couldn’t keep mum –
How was he supposed to sit on his bum?!
