Classic Poem

Hark! They cry! I hear by that
The dogs have put the hare from quat:
Then woe be unto little Wat!
Yolp, yolp, yolp, yolp.

Hollo in the hind dogs, hollo!
So come on then—solla! solla!—
And let us so blithely follow.
Yolp, yolp, yolp, yolp.

Oh, the dogs are out of sight,
But the cry is my delight:
Hark how Jumball hits it right!
Yolp, yolp, yolp, yolp.

Over briars, over bushes!
Who 's affeard of pricks and pushes
He 's no hunter worth two rushes.
Yolp, yolp, yolp, yolp.

But how long thus shall we wander?
Oh, the hare 's a lusty stander!
Follow apace! The dogs are yonder!
Yolp, yolp, yolp, yolp.