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In a world very close, friends were friends, fur or feather, any weather. Warm-blooded or cold, the ones that scurried and the few that stood bold, harmony reigned majestically.
Lived, untold.
Down in the burrow where roots entwine, Willemeana Wombat reads by design.
Her book glows bright in the mossy gloom, A spark of wonder in her earthy room.
Heart full of stories, clever and kind, this furry lil' friend has a curious mind.
She digs through the soil with riddim and rhyme, turning each moment to magic in time.
Her pantry is bursting with veggies in bowls, She shares them with Beavers, and even with Moles. When twilight arrives and the stars softly gleam, She drifts into dreams of bright woodland streams.
She hums to the beetles, she chats with the breeze, She giggles at stories of rivers and trees. With fruits in baskets and dreams in her head, She finds magic in pages before she’s snug in her bed.
In the moonlit woods where tall pines sway, Bianca Badger starts her day. A tiny bragger, bold and bright, She struts the trails by silver light. Fast and cunning, quick to dash, She zips through ferns in a lightning flash. She zips through moonlight, blink of an eye. Friendly grin, yet bold and sly
Friendly spirit, fearless heart, She plays each role like woodland art.
She leaves her burrow, nose held high, Sniffing secrets where mushrooms lie. She hums a tune, she taps her claws, She greets the forest with applause. She chats with owls on crooked limbs, Trades jokes with foxes, sings silly hymns. She teases frogs who guard the stream, Then races shadows in moonlit gleam.
Her fur shines silver, soft yet strong, A shimmered coat that tags along. Her eyes glow gold with clever spark, A lantern flicker in the dark. She loves a feast, she loves a thrill, She’ll debo your lunch and call it a “meal.” She’ll wink and grin, then scamper free, “Catch me next time — "Nah" you can catch me!” And when the stars begin to fade, She curls beneath a leafy shade. Dreams of bragging fill her head, As forest sprites tuck her bed. For Bianca Badger, bold and sweet, Makes every night an upbeat beat. A woodland tale, a friendly spree — The bragging badger of the forest sea.
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