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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357761" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rabbits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see,<br>To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.<br>Life in a burrer ain't no good to me.<br>'Struth! This ain't war!<br>Gimme a ding-dong go fer 'arf a round,<br>An' you kin 'ave this crawlin' underground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gimme a ragin', 'owlin', tearin', scrap,<br>Wiv room to swing me left, an' feel it land.<br>This 'idin', sneakin' racket makes a chap<br>Feel secon'-'and.<br>Stuck in me dug-out 'ere, down in a 'ole,<br>I'm feelin' like I've growed a rabbit's soul.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ole Ginger's left the 'orspital, it seems;<br>'E's back at Anzac, cursin' at the game;<br>Fer this 'ere ain't the fightin' uv 'is dreams;<br>It's too dead tame.<br>'E's got the oopizootics reely bad,<br>An' 'idin' in a burrer makes 'im mad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E sort o' takes it personal, yeh see.<br>'E used to 'awk 'em fer a crust, did Mick.<br>Now, makin' 'im play rabbits seems to be<br>A narsty trick.<br>To shove 'im like a bunny down a 'ole<br>It looks like chuckin' orf, an' sours 'is soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fair doos,' 'e sez, 'I joined the bloomin' ranks<br>To git away frum rabbits: thinks I'm done<br>Wiv them Australian pests, an' 'ere's their thanks:<br>They makes me one!<br>An' 'ere I'm squattin', scared to shift about;<br>Jist waitin' fer me little tail to sprout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ar, strike me up a wattle! but it's tough!<br>But 'ere's the dizzy limit, fer a cert <br>To live this bunny's life is bad enough,<br>But 'ere's reel dirt:<br>Some tart at 'ome 'as sent, wiv lovin' care,<br>A coat uv rabbit-skins fer me to wear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That's done it! Now I'm nibblin' at the food,<br>An' if a dawg shows up I'll start to squeal;<br>I s'pose I orter melt wiv gratichude:<br>'Tain't 'ow I feel.<br>She might 'a' fixed a note on wiv a pin:<br>'Please, Mister Rabbit, yeh fergot yer skin!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I sees me finish!… War? Why, this ain't war!<br>It's ferritin'! An' I'm the bloomin' game.<br>Me skin alone is worth the 'untin' for <br>That tart's to blame!<br>Before we're done, I've got a silly scare,<br>Some trappin' Turk will catch me in snare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''E'll skin me, wiv the others 'c 'as there,<br>An' shove us on a truck, an' bung us 'round<br>Constantinople at a bob a pair <br>Orl fresh an' sound!<br>'Eads down, 'eels up, 'e'll 'awk us in a row<br>Around the 'arems, 'owlin 'Rabbee-oh!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But, dead in earnest, it's a job I 'ate.<br>We've got to do it, an' it's gittin' done;<br>But this soul-dopin' game uv sit-an'-wait,<br>It ain't no fun.<br>There's times I wish, if we weren't short uv men,<br>That I wus back in 'orspital again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ar, 'orspital! There is the place to git.<br>If I thort Paradise wus 'arf so snug<br>I'd shove me 'ead above the parapit<br>An' stop a slug;<br>But one thing blocks me playin' sich a joke;<br>I want another scrap before I croak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I want it bad. I want to git right out<br>An' plug some josser in the briskit-'ard.<br>I want to 'owl an' chuck me arms about,<br>An' jab, an' guard.<br>An' swing, an' upper-cut, an' crool some pitch,<br>Or git passed out meself - I don't care w'ich.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There's some blokes 'ere they've tumbled to a stunt<br>Fer gittin' 'eni the spell that they deserves.<br>They chews some cordite when life at the front<br> Gits on their nerves.<br>It sends yer tempracher clean out uv sight,<br>An', if yeh strike a simple doc, yer right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I tries it once. Me soul 'ad got the sinks,<br>Me thorts annoyed me, an' I 'ad the joes,<br>I feels like no one loves me, so I thinks,<br>Well, Mick, 'ere goes!<br>I breaks a cartridge open, chews a bit,<br>Reports I'm sick, an' throws a fancy fit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Me lovin' sargint spreads the gloomy noos,<br>I gits paraded; but, aw, 'Struth! me luck!<br>It weren't no baby doc I interviews,<br>But some ole buck<br>Wiv gimblet eyes. 'Put out yer tongue!' 'e 'owls.<br>Then takes me temp, an' stares at me, an' growls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Well, well,' 'e sez. 'Wot is yer trouble, lad?'<br>I grabs me tummy 'ard, an' sez I'm ill.<br>'You are,' sez 'e. 'Yeh got corditis, bad.<br>Yeh need a pill.<br>Before yeh go to sleep,' 'e sez, 'to-night,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swaller the bullet, son, an' you'll be right.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''0w's that fer rotten luck? But orl the same,<br>I ain't complainin' when I thinks it out.<br>I seen it weren't no way to play the game,<br>This pullin' out.<br>We're orl uv us in this to see it thro',<br>An' bli'me, wot we've got to do, we'll do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But 'oles an' burrers! Strike! An' this is war!<br>This is the bonzer scrappin' uv me dreams!<br>A willin' go is wot I bargained for,<br>But 'ere it seems<br>I've died, someway, an' bin condemned to be<br>Me own Wile Rabbee fer eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But 'orspital! I tell yeh, square an' all,<br> If I could meet the murderin' ole Turk<br>'0o's bullet sent me there to loaf an' sprawl,<br>An' dodge me work,<br>Lord! I'd shake 'an's wiv 'im, an' thank 'im well<br>Fer givin' me a reel ole bonzer spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''E might 'a' tnade it jist a wee bit worse.<br>I'd stand a lot uv that before I'd scream.<br>The grub wus jist the thing; an', say, me nurse I<br>She wus a dream!<br>I used to treat them tony tarts wiv mirth;<br>But now I know why they wus put on earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It treated me reel mean, that wound uv mine;<br>It 'ealed too quick, considerin' me state.<br>An' 'ere I am, back in the firin' line<br> Gamblin' wiv Fate.<br>It's like two-up: I'm 'eadin' 'em this trip;<br>But Iookin', day be day, to pass the kip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You tell Doreen, yer wife, 'ow I am chock<br>Full to the neck wiv thanks fer things she sends.<br>Each time I shoves me foot inside a sock<br>I bless sich friends.<br>I'm bustin' wiv glad thorts fer things she did;<br>So tell 'er I serloots 'er, an' the kid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Make 'im a soljer, chum, when 'c gits old.<br>Teach 'im the tale uv wot the Anzacs did.<br>Teach 'im 'e's got a land to love an' hold.<br>Gawd bless the kid!<br>But I'm in 'opes when 'is turn comes around<br>They'll chuck this style uv rootin' underground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We're up agin it, mate; we know that well.<br>There ain't a man among us wouldn't lob<br>Over the parapit an' charge like 'ell<br>To end the job.<br>But this is war; an' discipline - well, lad,<br>We sez we 'ates it; but we ain't too bad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Glory an' gallant scraps is wot I dreamed,<br>Ragin' around an' smashin' foeman flat;<br>But war, like other thngs, ain't wot it seems.<br>So 'stid uv that,<br>I'm sittin; in me dug-out scrawlin' this,<br>An' thankin' Gawd when shells go by - an' miss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'm sittin' in me dug-out day be day -<br>It narks us; but Australia's got a name<br>Fer doin' little jobs like blokes 'oo play<br> A clean straight game.<br>Wiv luck I might see scrappin' 'fore I'm done,<br>Or go where Craig 'as gone, an' miss the fun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But if I dodge, an' keep out uv the rain,<br>An' don't toss in me alley 'fore we wins;<br>An' if I lobs back 'ome an' meets the Jane<br>'Oo sent the skins <br>These bunnies' overcoats I lives inside -<br>I'll squeal at 'er, an' run away an' 'ide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But, torkin' straight, the Janes 'as done their bit.<br>I'd like to 'ug the lot, orl on me pat!<br>They warms us well, the things they've sewed an' knit:<br>An' more than that <br>I'd like to tell them dear Australian tarts<br>The spirit uv it warms Australian 'earts.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.
Life in a burrer ain't no good to me.
'Struth! This ain't war!
Gimme a ding-dong go fer 'arf a round,
An' you kin 'ave this crawlin' underground.

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