If These Woods Could Talk

A tiny little rabbit was hopping all around
So very, very careful not to make a sound
When all at once she felt a tap
And within seconds was in a trap

A monkey frolicking in a tree
Was so very happy to be free
Then without a single sign
Someone caught him from behind

A very young leopard was walking proud
Shouting his first ROAR that wasn't very loud
And before he had a chance at life
He was killed with a hunter's knife

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Now there's a rabbits foot
Attached to someone's chain
They think that it will bring them luck
What a crying shame

And in some pet shop in a mall
Is a frightened monkey, oh so small
He backs up as far as he can go
And what's his fate we'll never know

In a big city where it really gets cold
A woman sports a coat of shinny black and gold
Of a Leopards skin that's exquisite to see
But at the brink of extinction
What's wrong with you and me?

Elaine Hall
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