Muskrats Poem

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Standing in the prairie on a hot summer day,
Looking all around, watching the muskrats play.
Watching the willows, they bend with the breeze;
Playing in prairie grass as long as I please.
Watching the sunset on the sea far beyond;
Swimming in the little, clear duck pond.
Smiling as the little jackrabbits jump;
Staring at the ducklings, they swim in a clump.
Listening to the crickets sing,
A bird is awoken, he flaps a wing.
Running around in the white sand with bare feet;
Observing the men, they're making some wheat.
Checking around everywhere for mice;
Singing a song because it sounds nice.
Searching in the weeds far a four-leaf clover;
Rolling in the tall grass, over and over.
Feeding the chickadees seed by seed;
Giving the horses whatever

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