AND now they are ready, and “Go!” cried the first
Of the four solemn pugs as he lit his cigar.
“I shall act for the rabbits; you choose from the rest,
And carefully watch who first passes the bar.”
“The cats shall be mine,” says the fourth with a wag
Of his tightly curled tail as he sat on the grass.
“I speak for the frogs,” said the third, “for I’m sure
They’re cunning enough to let nobody pass.”
The rabbits rode off with the food to the woods
SO the greyhounds are mine, then,” says pug Number Two,
And he put his blue spectacles on, and he sighed,
“I know they’ll not win, though they’ll all do their best,
For nobody ever has taught them to ride.”