I saw a badger in late July
I was only passing by
I saw him high up on his hill
An angry look was on his grill
In his teeth he gritted wood
I suddenly knew things were not good
His snarky grin with marked disdain
My pace picked up upon that plain
The wood he dropped and turned at me
I knew that it was time to flee
Away I ran, not looking back
Until I heard one loud crack
From the corner of my eye
I saw a lonely mouse run by
With a big crunch and little squeak
Lil' mouse disappeared inside his cheek
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