There was a man from harper hill,
who had an awful habit,
that every time he'd need a fill,
you'd find him eating rabbit.
He ate so many up one day,
that he fell upon the floor,
for all those rabbits he did pay,
his tummy was so sore!
His wife came running to his side,
and the doctor she was leading.
The doctor looked and then he cried,
'it's a ferret we'll be needing'.
joe mannion
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-from-harper-hill/
