Mad March Hares
The boxing, leaping mad March hares
That chase and dash in umpteen pairs,
That tear through fields, and hare up hills -
All jealous Jacks, or Jacks and Jills
(The femme fatales, the luckless beaus)?
But are they crazy? No one knows…
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