He’s demanded they support his habits
Of frothing, striking, biting, and killing.
His followers, all mice, rats and rabbits,
Beg his mercy upon them, his willing
And most abject obedient subjects.
“What?” he soothes them. “I’m only kidding.
Act as you believe, not at my bidding.”
His cringing rodents think he suspects
Some treachery. Their leader, a wild hare,
Steps forward, bowing low, and says, “Please, sire.
We pledge ourselves to your every desire.
For you we would run with our asses bare!”
“Do so! As I am all you’ve ever feared!”
They ate each other when he disappeared.
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