A dread voice cried—"Intruder—Hold!"
"I'll butt you," cried a Goat,
"If you don't get off my rock."
The Hare could scarcely breathe,
So frightful was the shock.
He gasped; he tried to utter
A word with meaning fraught,
But to save his neck he couldn't
Control a single thought.
The Goat was tired of waiting,