The Famine

The famine’s wind has surely blown, The rabbit looks for carrots sown, Nothing nothing nothings grown. The rabbit pauses with paw on cheek, “This dismal scene inspires me not, I think I’ll sleep An’ let the brook babble on, An’ in my dreams may hunger, Be be gone. Sadly in his sleep the rabbit dies Then consumed by relentless flies. The sheep dropp in their tracks The cows are long since gone The farmer pulls in his belt and Hopes it’s not in vain As he waits and waits and waits And waits For Rain