A little kids poem I wrote a while back. A bit of feedback would be appreciated, particularly if you think you can spot a way it can be improved.

The Battle for the Final Crumpet

There once was a battle, of which there’s a tale,
Where a fight broke out because the bread was all stale.
Let me tell you this story, and trust me it’s true,
And just pray this event doesn’t happen to you.

In the middle of May, when the whether was nice,
A group of friends went out with enough to suffice
The needs of twenty and ten. T’was such a shame
There were fifty of them, and they all had their names.

There was Hare, Duck and Gerbil, Rabbit and Mouse.
Cat, Dog and Weasel, and of course the Wood Louse.
Bear, Bat and Ferret, Crow, Magpie and Budgie,
And then there was Mole, who was a little bit funny.

They sat themselves down in a forest glade
And laid out the picnic straight out in the shade.
Out came the jam tarts, the doughnuts and crisps,
The butter, the marshmallow and liquorice sticks.

The friends started eating, and had so much fun
And before they all knew it, the picnic was gone!
But the friends were still hungry, which was a problem
As the only food left was a crumpet between them.

‘That crumpet shall be mine,’ snarled weasel the thief
Who swiftly nicked it and tried to hide in the heath.
But a stone knocked him over, with a curse and an oath,
He dropped the crumpet which was picked up by the Stoat!

Stoat ran a mile, the friends they began to give chase!
Budgie flew up, took the crumpet, slapped stoat in the face.
Crow tackled Budgie, crumpet dropped to the floor,
Sat there a while, as the best friends played war.

The Mole wandered up, as he wasn’t fighting,
Ate the crumpet with a smile that was delighting.
‘This Crumpet is lovely,’ he called as he scoffed!
The friends stopped and cried ‘He’s gone and eaten the Lot!’

‘Now chums,’ pleaded Mole, as his friends all advanced,
‘How about we forget this and all have a dance?’
His friends paid no heed to his cries and his pleas,
Surrounded him quickly brought him down to his knees!

‘No friends, I am sorry! I was just hungry’
‘Oh bother’ cried hare ‘He just made me feel sorry.
Come along chaps lets all go home to bed and tea
Now how do we explain to mom just where I’ve been?’

So all the friends all went home, back to families,
To tell them a tale of friends and camaraderie.
The Lesson they all learnt? Friends will be friends.
Despite their faults, always stick with each other to the end.
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