JOSIE'S POEMS

Animal Poems for Children

By Josie Whitehead

Drawing of Rabbit
Drawing of Rabbit
Rabbits

HOP IT, McHOPPIT

By Josie Whitehead

Hop It McHoppit

Now Mr and Mrs McHoppit
     Were two rabbits, both furry and brown,
Who lived in pleasant location
     Near the country but also the town.

When the moon shone on high in the sky though
     The pair would show forth and would play,
But you’d seldom see either McHoppit
     At all during hours of day.

'It’s safer,' said Mr McHoppit.
     'Those humans have gone to their beds.'
'Of course dear,' said Mrs McHoppit
      'So let's seek their vegetable beds.'

Whilst both of them hopped round the garden,
     And were thinking, of course, about love,
A woman looked down from her bedroom
     And shouted these words from above:

'Hop it, McHoppit, get moving!'
     Came the voice through the quiet night sky:
And Mr and Mrs McHoppit
     Didn’t bother to say a bye bye.

Eight legs scampered off at great speed then,
     Their tails bobbing under the moon,
And Mr and Mrs McHoppit
     Found another nice garden quite soon. 

However they both soon discovered
     They’d chosen the wrong place to go,
For what did they see in the moonlight?
     If I now say: 'woof woof' you will know.

A small dog was out in her garden
     And rabbits were her favourite sport,
So the McHoppits didn’t stay long there,
     And another good garden they sought.

They'd particularly favoured that garden
     Which was full of the things rabbits eat,
But the thought of what dogs do to rabbits, 
     Was a thought that was not very sweet.

Away the McHoppits both scampered
     To a garden they knew very well.
'We won’t find a dog in this garden
     And for certain there's no-one to yell.'

They pushed through the hedge in the moonlight
     And there was the vegetable plot.
Very soon they were both munching lettuce
     And between them devoured the lot.

With never a thought of the gardener,
     The McHoppits went off quite well fed,
And all that remained to be done then
      Was to happily go to their bed.


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