You fashion a small slingshot.
Wood handle finely cut.
Now all you need is ammo.
You squeeze it out your butt.

Rabbit poops are rock hard.
You make a lot of them.
You load them in a knapsack.
You’re ready for mayhem.

From behind a tree you fling
Your poops into town square.
They ruin the baker’s souffle!
They ruin the Cotton Fair!

The snake patrol catches you.
They chase you, then give up.
The lake folks learn it was you,
But you don’t give a FLUFF.

THE END