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Our friend, Mr. Romley,

He told the tale homley,

And yet full of fun,

How the Rabbits did run,

In numbers a score,

All around his door.

They were red, black and white,

Their play folks did delight;

But they got small by degrees,

For the cats did them seise⁠—

All but one big black Rabbit,

He got into the habit

Under ground he would dive⁠—

He long time did survive,

’Till owner, wanting fat pot,

He this great beast then shot.

When police heard the gun,

Full quickly he did run,

In a furious rage;

But his wrath did as‑uage

When he got a quarter

Of the last martyr.