CRITTERS

S'cuse me, s'cuse me,

Beg your pardon,

What'cha do'in in my garden?

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Do you think I plant for you?

Well, here's the end

My little friend!

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See that Hart cage

Over there?

Eat my green beans if your dare!

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Warning you up front,

Letting plans be known,

I'll haul you off to Critterdome,

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Where other forces will not pardon

Sneaky poachers in their garden!

By JUDITH LARMAY