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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Other Chinee Cook</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, I got another Johnny; but he was to Number One<br>As a Satyr to Hyperion, as a rushlight to the sun;<br>He was lazy, he was cheeky, he was dirty, he was sly,<br>But he had a single virtue, and its name was rabbit pie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now those who say the bush is dull are not so far astray,<br>For the neutral tints of station life are anything but gay;<br>But, with all its uneventfulness, I solemnly deny<br>That the bush is unendurable along with rabbit pie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had fixed one day to sack him, and agreed to moot the point<br>When my lad should bring our usual regale of cindered joint,<br>But instead of cindered joint we saw and smelt, my wife and I,<br>Such a lovely, such a beautiful, oh! such a rabbit pie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was quite a new expression on his lemon-coloured face,<br>And the unexpected odour won him temporary grace,<br>For we tacitly postponed the sacking-point till by-and bye,<br>And we tacitly said nothing save the one word, “rabbit pie!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had learned that pleasant mystery should simply be endured,<br>And forebore to ask of Johnny where the rabbits were procured!<br>I had learned from Number One to stand aloof from how and why,<br>And I threw myself upon the simple fact of rabbit pie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the pie was opened, what a picture did we see!<br>They lay in beauty side by side, they filled our home with glee!<br>How excellent, how succulent, back, neck, and leg, and thigh!<br>What a noble gift is manhood! What a trust is rabbit pie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a week the thing continued, rabbit pie from day to day;<br>Though where he got the rabbits John would ne'er vouchsafe to say;<br>But we never seemed to tire of them, and daily could descry<br>Subtle shades of new delight in each successive rabbit pie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunday came; by rabbit reckoning, the seventh day of the week;<br>We had dined, we sat in silence, both our hearts (?) too full to speak,<br>When in walks Cousin George, and, with a sniff, says he, “Oh my!<br>What a savoury suggestion! what a smell of rabbit pie!”<br>“Oh, why so late, George?” says my wife, “the rabbit pie is gone;<br>But you must have one for tea, though. Ring the bell, my dear, for John.”<br>So I rang the bell for John, to whom my wife did signify,<br>“Let us have an early tea, John, and another rabbit pie.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But John seemed taken quite aback, and shook his funny head,<br>And uttered words I comprehended no more than the dead;<br> <br>“Go, do as you are bid,” I cried, “we wait for no reply;<br>Go! let us have tea early, and another rabbit pie!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, that I had stopped his answer! But it came out with a run:<br>“Last-a week-a plenty puppy; this-a week-a puppy done!”<br>Just then my wife, my love, my life, the apple of mine eye,<br>Was seized with what seemed “mal-de-mer,” — “sick transit” rabbit pie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And George! By George, he laughed, and then he howled like any bear!<br>The while my wife contorted like a mad “convulsionnaire;”<br>And I—I rushed on Johnny, and I smote him hip and thigh,<br>And I never saw him more, nor tasted more of rabbit pie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the childless mothers met me, as I kicked him from the door,<br>With loud maternal wailings and anathemas galore;<br>I must part with pretty Tiny, I must part with little Fly,<br>For I'm sure they know the story of the so-called “rabbit pie.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Brunton+Stephens">James Brunton Stephens</a><div class=q>
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As a Satyr to Hyperion, as a rushlight to the sun;
He was lazy, he was cheeky, he was dirty, he was sly,
But he had a single virtue, and its name was rabbit pie.

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