A puffin is not a ruffian at heart
Neither is a penguin
and definitely not a startled
starlings start
A puppy can be one
unable to know
the difference between
a playful pat or a ruffians blow
Polar bear cubs
love to play rough in the snow
Bouncing and trouncing
but of course we all know
The one to watch
for out in that cold tundra
is Mama’s Bears ire
she’ll put you six feet under
A rabbit, a deer,
an old one eared fox
even the meanest of mean
great antlered ox
Know nothing of man
of his needs and his wants
until that big shotgun
tears out their guts
Then when they run
across mountains and more
each docile sweet beast
All ruffians galore
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