Don’t run
Mamma doe said rest here beneath the grapes
Whatever you do, don’t run, I’ll be near by
If it’s time to run, I’ll make a sound of escape
But little fawns are hard of hearing besides
How can I be sure mamma is nearby?
And what if that long black thing is a gun?
What does mamma know?
No, I will run, run, run, run!
No comments:
Post a Comment