The tin that held a little life,
Dramatic events, took all day n night.
A break to party for the plane,
Darkness that snuffed out light.
The tin was the only witness,
Became a cannister full of bliss.
It was the only true survivor,
Cracked baccy tin full of hiss.
A faded container wrap,
That saw the animals bones snap.
Tiny metal survival kit,
Scouting 101 animal trap.
A safety pin was the snare,
Balanced over a twig with care.
SAS survival book taught us,
And now we had the hare.
We all sat around the camp fire,
The plane crash was quite dire,
But at least we now had something to eat,
And survivors partied like a Church choir.
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