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Poetry.

A BUNNY ROMANCE. The Bunnies are a feeble folk Whose weakness is their strength. To shun a gun a Bun will rnn To almost any length. Now once when war alarms were rifa In the ancestral wood Where the kingdom of tho Bunnies For centuries had stood, The king, lV>r fear long peaoe had made His subjects over-bold, To wake the glorious spirit Of timidity of old, Announced one day he wonld beistow Princess Bnnita'a hand On the Bunny who should prove himself Most timid in the land. Next day a proclamation Was posted in the wood : ' To the Flower of Timidity, The Pick of Bunnyhood : His Majesty, the Bunny King, Commands you to appear At a tournament— at such a date In such and such a. year— Where His Majesty will then bestow Princess Bunita's hand On the Bunny who will prove himielf Most timid in the land.' Then every timid Bunny' b heart Swelled with exultant fright At the thought of doughty deeds of fear And prodigies of flight. For the motto of the Bunnies, As perhaps you are awaro, Is ' Only the faint-hearted Are deserving of the fair.' They fell at once to practising, These Bunnies, one and t\ Till some could almost die or fright To hear a petal fall. And one enterprising Bunny Gob up a special class To teach the art of fainting At yonr shadow on the grass. At length— at length — at length The moment is at hand ! And trembling all from head to foot A hundred Bunnies stand. And a hundred Bunny mothers With anxiety turn gray Lest their offspring dear should lose their fear, And linger in the fray. Never before in Bunny lore Was such a stirring sight, As when tho bugle sounded To begin the glorious flight ! A hundred Bunnies, like a flash, All disappeared from sight Like arrows from a hundred bows— None swerved to left or right. Some north, some south, adme east, some west, — And none of them, 'tis plain, Till he has gone around the earth Will e'er be seen again. It may be in a hundred weeks, Perohanoe a hundred years. Whenever it may be, 'tis plain The one who first appears Is the one who ran the fastest ; He wins the Princess' hand. And gains the glorious title of ' Most Timid in the Land.' — Olivxb Hkefobd, in St. Nioholas

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Evening Post, Volume LIII, Issue 1, 2 January 1897, Page 2

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Poetry. Evening Post, Volume LIII, Issue 1, 2 January 1897, Page 2

Poetry. Evening Post, Volume LIII, Issue 1, 2 January 1897, Page 2

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