Rabbit
with a habit
lived in a hole
next to Vole.
And his habit was his link with the beginning of it all
and kept him looking different from his next door neighbour, Vole.

So they laid a proper treat on,
washed his face and brushed his hair;
and they took him off to Eton
to be educated there.

There, they dressed him in a boater,
smart black jacket, white bow-tie;
and then they took his photo,
just to please his Auntie Vye.

And they fed him on cucumbers,
Wordsworth, Byron, Shelley, Keats.
And they taught him compound numbers
and such-like intellectual treats.
He learned to say, “What rot!”
And would ask, “How do you do?”
So they popped him in a pot,
part of a rabbit and rhubarb stew!

(MORAL: AN EDUCATED HABIT IS STILL A RABBIT!)