The Old, Old Mill
The rabbit went walking
Up, up the hill
And met his friend
The flamboyant squirrel
Said Squirrel to Rabbit
“Have you seen the old mill?
It’s tumbling, tumbling
Down to the ground”
Then Rabbit quipped
“Sounds ripe for exploring
The rumbly ruins
Of yesteryears past”
“Be wary,” cried Squirrel,
“For hawk is asoaring
Sharp talons and eyes
Over the old mill”
Mad-dashing to safety
They stuck by one another
Under chick-wire thickets
Too tight for a mouse
Crackling wheat stalks
Provided no cover
But they made it past Hawk
To the mill’s crumbly stones
There in the ruins
The found what they found
A treasure of berries
And nuts from last fall
“Away!” whistled Rabbit
And with a short bound
They leapt into the story
Of the new day to come