A little spring poem

Little flowers go pop-pop,
popping out of my garden field
where-in a rabbit was concealed.

Little rabbit went hop-hop,
hopping into the undergrowth
where underneath sat hidden both:

Little birdy (who) does flop-flop,
flopping its wings to fly and flee
quickly into the highest tree;

(and)

Little froggy (who) jumps bob-bob,
bobbing into the pond it goes,
because froggy already knows:

(that)

Little raindrops will drop-drop
dropping into the shallow pond
and of spatters froggy ain’t fond.

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* That little rabbit in the above picture, which I met this evening, inspired me to write this poem.

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