Rusty the rattlesnake lived in a log
Down by the river, with Gary the frog.
Rusty and Gary both liked to play
In the shade of the reeds and the ooze of the clay.
When Gary grew hungry
He ate bugs on his log.
But Rusty the rattler
Ate Gary the frog.
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AKA, 'When your friend becomes your dinner.' Or, 'With friends like that, who needs enemies? ' A short and cute poem from a new rising star at Poem Hunter, to whom we'd like to give a Shout-out: 'Welcome To Poem Hunter! '