A young hare hopped by,
With unsuspecting fear
He had a brown tunic
And a fluffy white rear
It was frolicking
And well
And his sight
Was quite a cheer
But he came across a villain
He was oh,
So cruel
The villain’s skin was rough and tough
The heavily armored body plowing the land behind him
And that villain
Was in
For his mule
Yet the young hare
Fought him
The clash of swords was so stupendous
And nearly,
Did the tyrant win
But his ear
The hare did skim
With a valiant sword
So forth
The young hare bound the villain
The villain wailed aloud
And the hare placed him
Up front
Of a crowd throwing lemon scented roses
It was a new hero’s crowd
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