The proprietor even threw in a free poetry recital:
There once was a rabbit, who had the bad habit
Of twitching the end of his nose.
His sisters and brothers, and various others, said
'Look at the way he goes!'
But one little bunny said, 'Isn't it funny!'
And practised it down in the dell.
Said the others, 'If he can, I'm positive we can'
And did it remarkably well.
Now, all the world over, where rabbits eat clover
And burrow and scratch with their toes,
You'll find every rabbit has got the bad habit
Of twitching the end of his nose.
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