Classic Poem

A melancholy rabbit, in distress,
We heard complaining on the moonlit mead,
And neither we nor anyone could guess
If he were ill at ease, or ill indeed.

We heard complaining on the moonlit mead,
We sought the lonely wanderer to relieve;
If he were ill at ease or ill indeed,
We did not ask — sufficient he should grieve.

We sought the lonely wanderer to relieve
With sundry bundles of electric hay;
We did not ask — sufficient he should grieve —
If he were used to dieting that way.

With sundry bundles of electric hay
The suffering hare was speedily supplied;
If he were used to dieting that way
It could be the reason that he died.

The suffering hare was speedily supplied —
A melancholy rabbit in distress;
It could not be the reason that he died —
And neither we nor anyone could guess.