You go to an open house
For a brick hut on the lake.
You bring the carrot basket.
You smile so much it aches.

The owner looks you over.
She gives you a mean scowl.
To get this home you’ll need
A letter from an owl.

Some owls eat little rabbits!
This task could end in gore.
You say to her, quite boldly:
_______________

Finish the stanza:

• “I’ll do this wicked chore.”
• “I hope you die of sores!”