Going through rabbit-holes, mighty white rabbits came,
Going into them was a curtsy and just too clever;
For the slither and the outrage astonished me
That tough weather had mixed with many rabbits.
Some sequel to the story of animals mattered too late,
For just then popped out a white rabbit for the magical air,
Yesterday they were extinct I thought,
Today my wading into rivers of soil was too late.
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