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. 20th century |
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