A Make-believe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFDDGHGIIAA JEJJEJJKKLLC DDCDDLLLDD MMMMNNNMONNMPMMMMJJM MMLLMQ JJJJQRRM SJJSMMMJTTMMUU JJVVVJJPJJJP WXWXYYZZJMJMMA2MA2PP PSSSSLL LSLJJSMM A2A2A2LMMLLLMJLJP A2A2MMSSJP RRSSJSI 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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