Directly Brother Fox was told,
He ransacked all his stores,
And soon was making bags of gold
And selling guns in scores.
The Brown Bear bought a blunderbuss;
And when they saw the arm,
The Bunnies all cried, "Don't shoot us!
We've not done any harm!"
The Tiger thought revolvers best,
So he bought half a score;
"No guns I've had," said Fox, with zest,
"Went off so well before!"
"Don't fear, my Bunnies, you'll be shot,
Though each has bought a gun;
I'll whisper this," said Fox: "they've got
Blank cartridge ev'ry one!"