The Mole

 

The mole under ground started feasting on the sweet tender roots of the fresh evergreen grass where the little witch rabbit with silver above her pointy ears, played. 

So a trick a trick a trick to display to scare the mole away from feasting on the sweet tender roots of the fresh evergreen grass where the little witch rabbit with silver above her large pointy ears, played. 

But the mole underground was blind to all around, living in tunnels never above ground so with no sight the spinning eagle didn’t scare, nor the falling star that hit the ground, not even the quake felt all around. 

The little witch rabbit with silver above her large pointy ears knew about the den of snakes near so wait she did till the time that the mole made the wrong turn in the bend.

The old witch crow with silver at her sides watched the story unfold below as the woman in the black boots, three inches to her knees tapped the ground below her, a mole there was indeed.