Poem by Anonymous

The Rabbit

The Rabbit has a charming face:
Its private life is a disgrace.
I really dare not name to you
The awful things that rabbits do;
Things that your paper never prints- 
You only mention them in hints.
They have such lost, degrade souls
No wonder they inhabit holes;
When such depravity is found. 
It only can live underground.

1. Shakespeare’s Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon
2. The Guard-Chamber
3. Bide ye yet by
4. Were Ye at the Pier o’ Leith?
5. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement

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