IT JUST AIN'T FAIR

God gave the turdle a hard shell
Under which his head he pulls
To other animals He gave hair
To protect them from the air
To the birds He gave wings
and feathers to protect
 from the weather

Big bird Ostrich burries her head
in the sand as tho dead
Dogs have a bark
Cats can meuow
And the mighty Lion roars
The snake can bite
Bees can sting
And the rabbit can hop

All these things
He gave the Animals
and much much more

But the poor human
must work for a living
Wear clothes
and cook
He can talk but
he must quard his tongue

His friend, as well as
his enemy, is man
And, yes, some animals
as well
He must live by his wits
And juggle all of this

It is quite a task
Death comes at last
Of this he fears
Because he knows
the conscequences of Hell

IT  JUST  AIN'T  FAIR

Marguerite
The Little Flower