A hare a fox and an owl
Met at the crossroads,
‘Come,’ said the fox, ‘show
Me where we must hide
From the hunter.’
‘Oh,’ said the hare,
‘We don’t need to hide,
The hunters don’t seek
Hares.’
‘Who,’ said the owl,
‘Said they did?’
Polly Robinson © 2013
12/02/2013 at 00:18
Who?
12/02/2013 at 00:19
Exactly
12/02/2013 at 06:43
Sneaky fox!
12/02/2013 at 08:33
heh-heh ~ you can see where the tale ends ‘eh Joe?
12/02/2013 at 07:41
Hi Polly, I have a new email address – ann.d.fox@gmail.com Wouldn’t want to miss anything !
Ann x
12/02/2013 at 08:34
Thanks Ann ~ I wouldn’t like you to miss anything either
12/02/2013 at 16:45
best to keep alert, eh?
12/02/2013 at 17:43
Oh yes … we must all keep lerts
13/02/2013 at 02:35
he he…crafty !
13/02/2013 at 09:08
Aye! Those foxes are cunning
13/02/2013 at 09:28
Around here, the fox wouldn’t have a chance. The hunters take care of the Hare and they end up on the dinner table!
13/02/2013 at 15:44
Oh my! I’ve heard of jugged hare …
17/02/2013 at 05:13
Ha ha, “who.” Very funny. I honestly thought it was going to be the fox, the owl and the hare going into a bar and…..!! Amy
17/02/2013 at 07:59
Ah, not the ‘went into a bar’ scene, oh no …
19/02/2013 at 15:15
Oh my, those foxes!
Clever Polly!
20/02/2013 at 17:12
heh-heh … you see what they’re up to then ‘eh?