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Rabbit Story
Our friend, Mr. Romley,
He told the tale homley,
And yet full of fun,
How the Rabbits did run,
In numbers a score,
All around his door.
They were red, black and white,
Their play folks did delight ;
But they got small by degrees,
For the cats did them seise-
All but one big black Rabbit,
He got into the habit
Under ground he would dive-
He long time did survive,
'Till owner, wanting fat pot,
He this great beast then shot.
When police heard the gun,
Full quickly he did run,
In a furious rage ;
But his wrath did as-uage
When he got a quarter
Of the last martyr.
poem
by
James McIntyre
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