O yes, you are very cunning, I can see that: Out there in the snow with your red cart And your wooly grey coat And those ridiculous Little grey leggings! Like a rabbit, A demure brownie. O yes, you are cunning; But do not think you will escape your father and mother And what your brothers are! I know the pattern. It will surely have you— For all these elfish times in the snow— As commonplace as the others, Little grey rabbit. This poem is in the public domain. |
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