Waking up in the meadows,
I want to see what the fuss is.
Think I'll go to the riverbank
and see what's jamming.
The rabbits are by the water,
chilling with the ducks
and moorhens on the riverbank.
That's when I arrive.
I cross the bridge and join
the rabbits by the bushes.
It's a good place to relax
while the ducks do their thing.
I meet a few friends of mine:
Roving Otter, Father Vole,
Smoking Goose. We
kick back in the summer sun.
J. B. Mink cruises by, staring,
which petrifies poor Vole.
Mink swims away downstream.
Makes my ears twitch.
Somewhere on the meadows
the swallows and the skylarks
are singing a groovy symphony.
We go over to check it out.
(The video version of this poem is up on the YouTube channel at this link: http://youtu.be/54xxP1NK7os)
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