There once lived a hare
on the edge of a square
in the woods near a river
but you wouldn't care

most particularly tho
if you saw you'd say so

that you've never laid eyes
on a hare fit to size

with a three piece armani
and ears to the sky

would be smoking a pipe
and checking the time

i'm not fit to be tied
nor need medical eyes

the hare was aware
that when smoking time flies

late for a drink of both gins and some rye
the pipe laid out gently between his two eyes

a cry nor a screach
any deliverance of speach
was said from the head
of this fellow in peach

puffing his pipe
just as fast as you'd think
the hare had vanished
like smoke in the mix