The Hare and I

One day I was going to a fair
and on the way I met a Hare,
He shook my hand and bowed to me
and was civil to a great degree,
Hand in hand we walked a while
when all on a sudden he turned hostile,
Like a lion he growled and roared
and my earnest pleas ignored,
Bit by bit his visage changed
and then he went out of my range;
So now again I walk alone
and my heart in grief lies prone.