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Between the dust of mulberry bend Sat seven little men Each one had a whistle that they had carved out of enchanted wood And the sound that came out of them made the air become filled with enchantment And magical things would appear as though like snake charmers And so one silent evening as the dew met the grass A rabbit hopped out, Yes I said a rabbit Why is it that you are now doubting me For do I not hold this pen of mine? And so this rabbit was so unusual because he had three eyes and he did not hop He skipped and he had a jump rope, And so out came those seven little men and they wanted that rabbit to be gone And so they each picked up their whistle and out came that sound that scared that poor little rabbit into jumping right out of that magical place that he had fallen inside of, And to this day those rabbits are known as jumping jack rabbits And I heard you all booing away at this short little made up story And hey you! Why did you just toss my book away? jo.
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Mulberry Bend.
Between the dust of mulberry bend Sat seven little men Each one had a whistle that they had carved out of enchanted wood And the sound that came out of them made the air become filled with enchantment And magical things would appear as though like snake charmers And so one silent evening as the dew met the grass A rabbit hopped out, Yes I said a rabbit Why is it that you are now doubting me For do I not hold this pen of mine? And so this rabbit was so unusual because he had three eyes and he did not hop He skipped and he had a jump rope, And so out came those seven little men and they wanted that rabbit to be gone And so they each picked up their whistle and out came that sound that scared that poor little rabbit into jumping right out of that magical place that he had fallen inside of, And to this day those rabbits are known as jumping jack rabbits And I heard you all booing away at this short little made up story And hey you! Why did you just toss my book away? jo.
jo-forstrom
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
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