Classic Poem

The bull was not spared by that wide-open maw;
But the hare gambols lightly and frisks in his jaw,
Running now all the swifter, escaped from the foe,
And something of leonine courage doth show.
She was never more safe in the loneliest fen,
Never more sure of life in the depths of her den.
If you wish, wanton hare, from the greyhound to fly,
Then the jaws of the lion will refuge supply.