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I will think as thinks the rabbit	A
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Oh delight	B
In the night	B
When the moon	C
Sets the tune	C
To the woods	D
And the broods	D
All run out	E
Frisk about	E
Go and come	F
Beat the drum	F
Here in groups	D
There in troops	D
Now there's one	G
Now it's gone	H
There are none	G
And now they are dancing like chaff	I
I look and I laugh	I
But sit by my door and keep to my habit	A
A wise respectable clean furred old rabbit	A
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Now I'm going	J
Business calls me out	E
Going going	J
Very knowing	J
Slow long heeled and stout	E
Loping lumbering	J
Nipping numbering	J
Head on this side and on that	K
Along the pathway footed flat	K
Through the meadow through the heather	L
Through the rich dusky weather	L
Big stars and little moon	C
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Dews are lighting down in crowds	D
Odours rising in thin clouds	D
Night has all her chords in tune	C
The very night for us God's rabbits	D
Suiting all our little habits	D
Wind not loud but playful with our fur	L
Just a cool a sweet a gentle stir	L
And all the way not one rough bur	L
But the dewiest freshest grasses	D
That whisper thanks to every foot that passes	D
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I the king the rest call Mappy	M
Canter on composed and happy	M
Till I come where there is plenty	M
For a varied meal and dainty	M
Is it cabbage I grab it	N
Is it parsley I nab it	N
Is it carrot I mar it	N
The turnip I turn up	M
And hollow and swallow	O
A lettuce Let us eat it	N
A beetroot Let's beat it	N
If you are juicy	M
Sweet sir I will use you	P
For all kinds of corn crop	M
I have a born crop	M
Are you a green top	M
You shall be gleaned up	M
Sucking and feazing	J
Crushing and squeezing	J
All that is feathery	M
Crisp not leathery	M
Juicy and bruisy	M
All comes proper	L
To my little hopper	L
Still on the dance	M
Driven by hunger and drouth	Q
	-
All is welcome to my crunching	J
Finding grinding	J
Milling munching	J
Gobbling lunching	J
Fore toothed three lipped mouth	Q
Eating side way round way flat way	R
Eating this way eating that way	R
Every way at once	M
	-
Hark to the rain	S
Pattering clattering	J
The cabbage leaves battering	J
Down it comes amain	S
Home we hurry	M
Hop and scurry	M
And in with a flurry	M
Hustling jostling	J
Out of the airy land	T
Into the dry warm sand	T
Our family white tails	M
The last of our vitals	M
Following hard with a whisk to them	U
And with a great sense of risk to them	U
	-
Hear to it pouring	J
Hear the thunder roaring	J
Far off and up high	V
While we all lie	V
So warm and so dry	V
In the mellow dark	J
Where never a spark	J
White or rosy or blue	P
Of the sheeting fleeting	J
Forking frightening	J
Lashing lightning	J
Ever can come through	P
	-
Let the wind chafe	W
In the trees overhead	X
We are quite safe	W
In our dark yellow bed	X
Let the rain pour	Y
It never can bore	Y
A hole in our roof	Z
It is waterproof	Z
So is the cloak	J
We always carry	M
We furry folk	J
In sandhole or quarry	M
It is perfect bliss	M
To lie in a nest	A2
So soft as this	M
All so warmly drest	A2
No one to flurry you	P
No one to hurry you	P
No one to scurry you	P
Holes plenty to creep in	S
All day to sleep in	S
All night to roam in	S
Gray dawn to run home in	S
And all the days and nights to come after	L
All the to morrows for hind legs and laughter	L
	-
Now the rain is over	L
We are out again	S
Every merry leaping rover	L
On his right leg and his wrong leg	J
On his doubled shortened long leg	J
Floundering amain	S
Oh it is merry	M
And jolly yes very	M
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But what what is that	A2
What can he be at	A2
Is it a cat	A2
Ah my poor little brother	L
He's caught in the trap	M
That goes to with a snap	M
Ah me there was never	L
Nor will be for ever	L
There was never such another	L
Such a funny funny bunny	M
Such a frisking such a whisking	J
Such a frolicking brother	L
He's screeching beseeching	J
They're going to	P
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Ah my poor foot	A2
It is caught in a root	A2
No no 'tis a trap	M
That goes to with a snap	M
Ah me I'm forsaken	S
Ah me I am taken	S
I am screeching beseeching	J
They are going to	P
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No more no more I must stop this play	R
Be a boy again and kneel down and pray	R
To the God of sparrows and rabbits and men	S
Who never lets any one out of his ken	S
It must be so though it be bewild'ring	J
To save his dear beasts from his cruel children	S

George Macdonald

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