| I. Far from wild, Far from wood, In a field Rich and good; | | | VI. Once he fled, Twice he fled, Over meadow And garden bed. | | II. Near to hill, And winding glade, Lived the naughtiest Hare e'er made. | VII. Thrice he had The rarest fun, Fourth was just Another one. | | | III. Father scolded, Mother whipped, But every day Away he slipped. | | | VIII. Mad the races, Jolly the Hare, Little did he Reck or care. | | IV. Brothers three, And sisters two, Cried and cried As off he flew. | IX. The winds might blow, The waters flow, Over the hills Away he'd go! | | | V. Sore—sore—sore was the sobbing, Wild—wild—wild was his race; Only the woods to echo his footsteps, Only the winds—his hiding-place. | X. "Don't you come home," the father said, "Until you can stay in your little bed; One more race and you keep away, Though you should beg and cry all day." |
XI. Alack! He never came back; That swift-footed Hare, That knowing Hare, That beast who didn't Reck nor care. Whether swallowed alive, Or hung on a rail, Or dancing along The waters pale, Or running, or walking, Or leaping a star, He was gone so long, And he went so far, That the winds forgot His very name; And lost to memory, Love, and fame, He became in verity The LOST HARE!
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