A basilisk both strong and sleek/looked upon a rabbit meek/Hissing in a friendly way/the basilisk began to say/"Little bunny, do not fear/I am only coming near/for a peaceful tete-a-tete/your friendship for to supplicate"/The bunny looked about for aid/but there was none, I am afraid/So it made the best of its position/masking all its deep suspicion/And gave the basilisk a gracious nod/keeping up the grim facade/Soon after Mr. Basilisk/began to caper and to frisk/The world looked upon it much askance/Knowing well what caused the dance/For the little bunny was no more/and no one cleaned up the sad gore.
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