At midnight, in an empty hut,
Deep in the forest old,
The Rebels met with doors close shut,
Their dark schemes to unfold.
"Friends!" Tiger cried, "no more we'll brook
This despot's cruel reign;
Our charter lies before us—look!
The plan of our campaign!"
Mr. Fox's Armoury.
Directly Brother Fox was told,
He ransacked all his stores,
And soon was making bags of gold
And selling guns in scores.
The Brown Bear bought a blunderbuss;
And when they saw the arm,
The Bunnies all cried, "Don't shoot us!
We've not done any harm!"
The Tiger thought revolvers best,
So he bought half a score;
"No guns I've had," said Fox, with zest,
"Went off so well before!"
"Don't fear, my Bunnies, you'll be shot,
Though each has bought a gun;
I'll whisper this," said Fox: "they've got
Blank cartridge ev'ry one!"
