Bun on the run, did not I bawn you on the lawn with a slew of moo?
Hare on a chair, is it fair that in this lair, as a pair prone to dare, nibbles from a share elicit my gentlest glare?
Rabbit, dagnabbit! Your kindred cows are entering the house! They came to loot my last piece of fruit!
Well, time to hop to your final gig while I puff on a Finnish cig. Now, neighbour’s castle hosts a field of carrots big, so get over there and dig, dig, dig!!! ; )
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