there was a little badger the poet type was he
he loved writing poems while sat beneath a tree
sitting there for hours writing down his ryhme
having lots of fun passing on his time.

writing poems of love. and whatever came to mind
lots of different poems of a different kind.
hoping maybe oneday he would write a book
publish all his work so everyone could look.

then he could be famous a poet of the best
be in the hall of fame just ,like all the rest
just like robbi burns and mr wordsworth too
badger would be happy his dreams would all come true.