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Lucky rabbit’s foot

Little Women

The Witch and the Broomstick

The shouting and hitting

Too many mouths

Tiny, little toes

Eating too much cereal

‘Till the bellies are full

Wood Saws and cutters

Dirt and mean fists

Singing with the sisters

We run 'till we can’t

The knife is sharp

Sister, I love

Hate the dark nights

All we need is luck

Butchering cows

And rabbits, in the woods

It got caught in a trap

So we took it back

The rough wooden table

Neck snapped, blood-red

We cut off its foot

And hung it ‘round our skinny necks


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