The Rabbits' one job was simple, For they were who were in charge Of eating and keeping grass short When it was in danger of getting too large. Each animal in the old forest Would use their own expertise To keep it a nice place to live. This agreement worked well with ease. The Beavers made sure all the trees Never fell and hurt someone below. The Bears would plow walkable paths For the animals to walk in the snow. And the Rabbits, with their eating talents, Made sure all the grass stayed at bay. When it got too long and too full, Smaller animals could not find their way. But one day the others had noticed That the edge of the meadow grew tall. The Rabbits still ate the grass, But did not go near the edges at all. It was curious, thought the Raccoon. And days later, the area unmown Had grown to be even bigger! Deer and Squirrel had agreed when shown. They called together the council To discuss the issue at hand. The area where grass was uneaten Kept expanding to more of the land.
I'm called monster, beast and villain, Devil, brute and fiend. When you are a Demon, People can be quite mean. It's not all fun and games, You'd see it is hard work. None are less looked up to. You think we are just jerks. It's hard to look like this- With large horns and deep red skin. With fangs that don't fit in my mouth over sharp and jutting chin. You can say I look unique, at best. People run away and scream. Can you imagine what that does To a Demon's self esteem? Don't get me started on the horns! They get caught on everything! Branches, doorways, spider webs, Wind chimes and silly string. There's no clothing made for us. That's why we're fashion fails- Hats won't fit misshapen heads, Jeans have no holes for tails. And I work in a real Hell hole. That is a literal claim. As bad as you think your office is, At least there's no sulfuric flames. The water cooler's always hot, There is no central air. We have these dumb stabili