The hare sits snug in leaves and grass,
And laughs to see the green man pass.
Now, as the sun grew very hot,
And he a heavy gun had got,
He lay down underneath a tree
And went to sleep, as you may see.
And, while he slept like any top,
The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,—
Took gun and spectacles, and then
On her hind legs went off again.
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The green man wakes, and sees her place
The spectacles upon her face;
And now she’s trying, all she can,
To shoot the sleepy green-coat man.
He cries and screams and runs away;
The hare runs after him all day,
And hears him call out every where,
“Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!”
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At last he stumbled at the well
Head over ears, and in he fell.
The hare stopp’d short, took aim, and hark!
Bang went the gun,—she miss’d her mark!