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CHRISTMAS TRAP'N(161KB)

It had been a season of rabbit-gums,
For both my brother and me;
Papa teach'n us how to build 'em right,
From a hollowed-out gum tree.

Saw'n-off a three foot section,
Then make'n the trap door;
Bore'n a hole for the trigger stick,
And bait'n the wood floor.

Then Papa took the time to explain,
All 'bout the movements of rabbits;
Where to find some well-worn paths,
And all 'bout their feed'n habbits.

We learned to set'em late in the day,
Just as the sun began to set;
Then checked 'em early of a-mornin',
To see if we'd caught one yet.

Of the three traps we'd set each day,
We might find one that's thrown;
Then both of us worked hard at carry'n,
A wild, fat rabbit back home.

Now Christmas morn' brought a dustin' of snow,
And presents under the tree;
But Papa said we should go check our traps,
With snow... he bet we'd caught three.

So before unwrap'n our presents,
And with Sis a-promise'n to wait;
We dressed-up warm and headed on out,
To check the results of apple-bait.

And sure enough to our amazement,
At what we had done and found;
Three rabbit gums were under snow,
And each had its trap-door down.

Now there's one thing I'll always remember,
'Bout that Christmas that came with snow;
It's the time we had while walk'n-on back,
Two boys a-laugh'n... three rabbits-in-tow.