A Make-believe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFDDGHGIIAA JEJJEJJKKLLC DDCDDLLLDD MMMMNNNMONNMPMMMMJJM MMLLMQ JJJJQRRM SJJSMMMJTTMMUU JJVVVJJPJJJP WXWXYYZZJMJMMA2MA2PP PSSSSLL LSLJJSMM A2A2A2LMMLLLMJLJP A2A2MMSSJP RRSSJS

I will think as thinks the rabbitA
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Oh delightB
In the nightB
When the moonC
Sets the tuneC
To the woodsD
And the broodsD
All run outE
Frisk aboutE
Go and comeF
Beat the drumF
Here in groupsD
There in troopsD
Now there's oneG
Now it's goneH
There are noneG
And now they are dancing like chaffI
I look and I laughI
But sit by my door and keep to my habitA
A wise respectable clean furred old rabbitA
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Now I'm goingJ
Business calls me outE
Going goingJ
Very knowingJ
Slow long heeled and stoutE
Loping lumberingJ
Nipping numberingJ
Head on this side and on thatK
Along the pathway footed flatK
Through the meadow through the heatherL
Through the rich dusky weatherL
Big stars and little moonC
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Dews are lighting down in crowdsD
Odours rising in thin cloudsD
Night has all her chords in tuneC
The very night for us God's rabbitsD
Suiting all our little habitsD
Wind not loud but playful with our furL
Just a cool a sweet a gentle stirL
And all the way not one rough burL
But the dewiest freshest grassesD
That whisper thanks to every foot that passesD
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I the king the rest call MappyM
Canter on composed and happyM
Till I come where there is plentyM
For a varied meal and daintyM
Is it cabbage I grab itN
Is it parsley I nab itN
Is it carrot I mar itN
The turnip I turn upM
And hollow and swallowO
A lettuce Let us eat itN
A beetroot Let's beat itN
If you are juicyM
Sweet sir I will use youP
For all kinds of corn cropM
I have a born cropM
Are you a green topM
You shall be gleaned upM
Sucking and feazingJ
Crushing and squeezingJ
All that is featheryM
Crisp not leatheryM
Juicy and bruisyM
All comes properL
To my little hopperL
Still on the danceM
Driven by hunger and drouthQ
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All is welcome to my crunchingJ
Finding grindingJ
Milling munchingJ
Gobbling lunchingJ
Fore toothed three lipped mouthQ
Eating side way round way flat wayR
Eating this way eating that wayR
Every way at onceM
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Hark to the rainS
Pattering clatteringJ
The cabbage leaves batteringJ
Down it comes amainS
Home we hurryM
Hop and scurryM
And in with a flurryM
Hustling jostlingJ
Out of the airy landT
Into the dry warm sandT
Our family white tailsM
The last of our vitalsM
Following hard with a whisk to themU
And with a great sense of risk to themU
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Hear to it pouringJ
Hear the thunder roaringJ
Far off and up highV
While we all lieV
So warm and so dryV
In the mellow darkJ
Where never a sparkJ
White or rosy or blueP
Of the sheeting fleetingJ
Forking frighteningJ
Lashing lightningJ
Ever can come throughP
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Let the wind chafeW
In the trees overheadX
We are quite safeW
In our dark yellow bedX
Let the rain pourY
It never can boreY
A hole in our roofZ
It is waterproofZ
So is the cloakJ
We always carryM
We furry folkJ
In sandhole or quarryM
It is perfect blissM
To lie in a nestA2
So soft as thisM
All so warmly drestA2
No one to flurry youP
No one to hurry youP
No one to scurry youP
Holes plenty to creep inS
All day to sleep inS
All night to roam inS
Gray dawn to run home inS
And all the days and nights to come afterL
All the to morrows for hind legs and laughterL
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Now the rain is overL
We are out againS
Every merry leaping roverL
On his right leg and his wrong legJ
On his doubled shortened long legJ
Floundering amainS
Oh it is merryM
And jolly yes veryM
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But what what is thatA2
What can he be atA2
Is it a catA2
Ah my poor little brotherL
He's caught in the trapM
That goes to with a snapM
Ah me there was neverL
Nor will be for everL
There was never such anotherL
Such a funny funny bunnyM
Such a frisking such a whiskingJ
Such a frolicking brotherL
He's screeching beseechingJ
They're going toP
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Ah my poor footA2
It is caught in a rootA2
No no 'tis a trapM
That goes to with a snapM
Ah me I'm forsakenS
Ah me I am takenS
I am screeching beseechingJ
They are going toP
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No more no more I must stop this playR
Be a boy again and kneel down and prayR
To the God of sparrows and rabbits and menS
Who never lets any one out of his kenS
It must be so though it be bewild'ringJ
To save his dear beasts from his cruel childrenS

George Macdonald



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