Once there grew in a forest so green,
A bush that gave mulberries;
A man could eat until he were dead,
So sweet, so ripe, so round, so red
Were those mulberries.
Along a path there happened to come
A lost and hungry Weasel;
He'd traveled all day through the wood,
And had not found one bite of food--
Starved was the Weasel.
When lo! he spied the mulberry bush,
Excited was the Weasel;
"At last!" he thought, "I'm going to eat!
Those berries look like quite a treat--
Yum!" thought the Weasel.
Above him, in a sycamore tree,
There was a little Monkey;
Who saw the Weasel feeding below,
And thought that he would say hello--
Down went the Monkey.
The Weasel ate and ate and ate,
And then he saw the Monkey;
Afraid that it had come to tease,
The Weasel ran, but not with ease.
"Wait!" cried the Monkey.
Around, around the mulberry bush
The Monkey chased the Weasel;
The Monkey throught t'was all in fun,
The Weasel, though, could barely run.
Full was the Weasel.
At last, the two of them were worn out,
Their legs no more could carry;
The Weasel resumed his repast,
Until he got down to the last--
One last mulberry...
The last mulberry left on the bush
Was eaten by the Weasel;
That last mulberry was the worst--
The Weasel was so full, he burst!
POP! went the Weasel.
The great explosion shook the whole woods,
It almost killed the Monkey;
As for the Weasel, nothing was found,
But berry-heaps all over the ground--
"Wow!" gasped the Monkey.
And so, this is the end of my song
Of Monkey and the Weasel;
The moral of my story is such:
That if you feed a Weasel too much--
POP! goes the Weasel!
2007-01-24 05:47:18
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answer #1
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answered by Miniver 3
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The real question is... what the heck is a mulberry bush?
I bet it has addictive properties, otherwise animals from different climates wouldn't congregate there.
2007-01-25 03:51:23
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answer #3
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answered by Got rice? 3
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