Rabbits Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEF GHGHEE AIAIFF JKJKEE LELEBB EFEFM BHBHBB BEBEB EKEKNN EOEOPP EEEEQQ EREREE STSTEE TUTUTT FEFE HEHEBE BTBTAA FVFVFF TWXWYY ZEZEA2A2 B2TB2TEE EEEEEE FC2FC2EE EETETT EHEHKK D2TD2TEE EEEET'Ar Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see | A |
To upper cut an' wallop on the jor | B |
Life in a burrer ain't no good to me | A |
'Struth This ain't war | B |
Gimme a ding dong go fer 'arf a round | C |
An' you kin 'ave this crawlin' underground | C |
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'Gimme a ragin' 'owlin' tearin' scrap | D |
Wiv room to swing me left an' feel it land | E |
This 'idin' sneakin' racket makes a chap | D |
Feel secon' 'and | E |
Stuck in me dug out 'ere down in a 'ole | F |
I'm feelin' like I've growed a rabbit's soul ' | - |
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Ole Ginger's left the 'orspital it seems | G |
'E's back at Anzac cursin' at the game | H |
Fer this 'ere ain't the fightin' uv 'is dreams | G |
It's too dead tame | H |
'E's got the oopizootics reely bad | E |
An' 'idin' in a burrer makes 'im mad | E |
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'E sort o' takes it personal yeh see | A |
'E used to 'awk 'em fer a crust did Mick | I |
Now makin' 'im play rabbits seems to be | A |
A narsty trick | I |
To shove 'im like a bunny down a 'ole | F |
It looks like chuckin' orf an' sours 'is soul | F |
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'Fair doos ' 'e sez 'I joined the bloomin' ranks | J |
To git away frum rabbits thinks I'm done | K |
Wiv them Australian pests an' 'ere's their thanks | J |
They makes me one | K |
An' 'ere I'm squattin' scared to shift about | E |
Jist waitin' fer me little tail to sprout | E |
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'Ar strike me up a wattle but it's tough | L |
But 'ere's the dizzy limit fer a cert | E |
To live this bunny's life is bad enough | L |
But 'ere's reel dirt | E |
Some tart at 'ome 'as sent wiv lovin' care | B |
A coat uv rabbit skins fer me to wear | B |
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'That's done it Now I'm nibblin' at the food | E |
An' if a dawg shows up I'll start to squeal | F |
I s'pose I orter melt wiv gratichude | E |
'Tain't 'ow I feel | F |
She might 'a' fixed a note on wiv a pin | M |
'Please Mister Rabbit yeh fergot yer skin ' | - |
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'I sees me finish War Why this ain't war | B |
It's ferritin' An' I'm the bloomin' game | H |
Me skin alone is worth the 'untin' for | B |
That tart's to blame | H |
Before we're done I've got a silly scare | B |
Some trappin' Turk will catch me in snare | B |
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''E'll skin me wiv the others 'c 'as there | B |
An' shove us on a truck an' bung us 'round | E |
Constantinople at a bob a pair | B |
Orl fresh an' sound | E |
'Eads down 'eels up 'e'll 'awk us in a row | B |
Around the 'arems 'owlin 'Rabbee oh ' | - |
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'But dead in earnest it's a job I 'ate | E |
We've got to do it an' it's gittin' done | K |
But this soul dopin' game uv sit an' wait | E |
It ain't no fun | K |
There's times I wish if we weren't short uv men | N |
That I wus back in 'orspital again | N |
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'Ar 'orspital There is the place to git | E |
If I thort Paradise wus 'arf so snug | O |
I'd shove me 'ead above the parapit | E |
An' stop a slug | O |
But one thing blocks me playin' sich a joke | P |
I want another scrap before I croak | P |
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'I want it bad I want to git right out | E |
An' plug some josser in the briskit 'ard | E |
I want to 'owl an' chuck me arms about | E |
An' jab an' guard | E |
An' swing an' upper cut an' crool some pitch | Q |
Or git passed out meself I don't care w'ich | Q |
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'There's some blokes 'ere they've tumbled to a stunt | E |
Fer gittin' 'eni the spell that they deserves | R |
They chews some cordite when life at the front | E |
Gits on their nerves | R |
It sends yer tempracher clean out uv sight | E |
An' if yeh strike a simple doc yer right | E |
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'I tries it once Me soul 'ad got the sinks | S |
Me thorts annoyed me an' I 'ad the joes | T |
I feels like no one loves me so I thinks | S |
Well Mick 'ere goes | T |
I breaks a cartridge open chews a bit | E |
Reports I'm sick an' throws a fancy fit | E |
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'Me lovin' sargint spreads the gloomy noos | T |
I gits paraded but aw 'Struth me luck | U |
It weren't no baby doc I interviews | T |
But some ole buck | U |
Wiv gimblet eyes 'Put out yer tongue ' 'e 'owls | T |
Then takes me temp an' stares at me an' growls | T |
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''Well well ' 'e sez 'Wot is yer trouble lad ' | - |
I grabs me tummy 'ard an' sez I'm ill | F |
'You are ' sez 'e 'Yeh got corditis bad | E |
Yeh need a pill | F |
Before yeh go to sleep ' 'e sez 'to night | E |
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Swaller the bullet son an' you'll be right ' | - |
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'' w's that fer rotten luck But orl the same | H |
I ain't complainin' when I thinks it out | E |
I seen it weren't no way to play the game | H |
This pullin' out | E |
We're orl uv us in this to see it thro' | B |
An' bli'me wot we've got to do we'll do | E |
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'But 'oles an' burrers Strike An' this is war | B |
This is the bonzer scrappin' uv me dreams | T |
A willin' go is wot I bargained for | B |
But 'ere it seems | T |
I've died someway an' bin condemned to be | A |
Me own Wile Rabbee fer eternity | A |
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'But 'orspital I tell yeh square an' all | F |
If I could meet the murderin' ole Turk | V |
' o's bullet sent me there to loaf an' sprawl | F |
An' dodge me work | V |
Lord I'd shake 'an's wiv 'im an' thank 'im well | F |
Fer givin' me a reel ole bonzer spell | F |
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''E might 'a' tnade it jist a wee bit worse | T |
I'd stand a lot uv that before I'd scream | W |
The grub wus jist the thing an' say me nurse I | X |
She wus a dream | W |
I used to treat them tony tarts wiv mirth | Y |
But now I know why they wus put on earth | Y |
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'It treated me reel mean that wound uv mine | Z |
It 'ealed too quick considerin' me state | E |
An' 'ere I am back in the firin' line | Z |
Gamblin' wiv Fate | E |
It's like two up I'm 'eadin' 'em this trip | A2 |
But Iookin' day be day to pass the kip | A2 |
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'You tell Doreen yer wife 'ow I am chock | B2 |
Full to the neck wiv thanks fer things she sends | T |
Each time I shoves me foot inside a sock | B2 |
I bless sich friends | T |
I'm bustin' wiv glad thorts fer things she did | E |
So tell 'er I serloots 'er an' the kid | E |
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'Make 'im a soljer chum when 'c gits old | E |
Teach 'im the tale uv wot the Anzacs did | E |
Teach 'im 'e's got a land to love an' hold | E |
Gawd bless the kid | E |
But I'm in 'opes when 'is turn comes around | E |
They'll chuck this style uv rootin' underground | E |
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'We're up agin it mate we know that well | F |
There ain't a man among us wouldn't lob | C2 |
Over the parapit an' charge like 'ell | F |
To end the job | C2 |
But this is war an' discipline well lad | E |
We sez we 'ates it but we ain't too bad | E |
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'Glory an' gallant scraps is wot I dreamed | E |
Ragin' around an' smashin' foeman flat | E |
But war like other thngs ain't wot it seems | T |
So 'stid uv that | E |
I'm sittin in me dug out scrawlin' this | T |
An' thankin' Gawd when shells go by an' miss | T |
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'I'm sittin' in me dug out day be day | E |
It narks us but Australia's got a name | H |
Fer doin' little jobs like blokes 'oo play | E |
A clean straight game | H |
Wiv luck I might see scrappin' 'fore I'm done | K |
Or go where Craig 'as gone an' miss the fun | K |
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'But if I dodge an' keep out uv the rain | D2 |
An' don't toss in me alley 'fore we wins | T |
An' if I lobs back 'ome an' meets the Jane | D2 |
'Oo sent the skins | T |
These bunnies' overcoats I lives inside | E |
I'll squeal at 'er an' run away an' 'ide | E |
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'But torkin' straight the Janes 'as done their bit | E |
I'd like to 'ug the lot orl on me pat | E |
They warms us well the things they've sewed an' knit | E |
An' more than that | E |
I'd like to tell them dear Australian tarts | T |
The spirit uv it warms Australian 'earts ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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