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The Rabbit – Rabbit Poem THE moon is shining o'er the field, A little breeze is blowing, The radish leaves are crisp and green, The lettuces are growing. The owl is in the ivy-bush, With both his eyes a-winking ; The rabbit shakes his little tail, And sits him down a-thinking-- "Oh ! where are all the dormice gone ? And are the frogs a-vooing ? Will no one come to play with me ? What are they all a-doing ?" Poor little rabbit, all alone, Don't let the master meet you ; He'll shoot you with his little gun, And merrily he'll eat you !
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