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Some shrubs amidst to shun

The dogs he saw pursue,

I will not call it run,

But say a rabbit flew.

From out his hiding-place

A neighbour came to see,

And said, “Friend, wait a space:

What may the matter be?”

“What should it be?” he cried;

“I breathless came in fear,

Because that I espied

Two scoundrel greyhounds near.”

“Yes,” said the other, “far

I see them also there;

But those no greyhounds are!”

“What?”—“Setters, I’ll declare.”

“How, setters do you say?

My grandad just as much!

They are greyhounds, greyhounds, they;

I saw them plainly such.”

“They are setters; get along:

What know you of these matters?”—

“They are greyhounds; you are wrong:”—

“I tell you they are setters.”

The dogs while they engage

In these contentious habits,

Come up, and vent their rage

On my two thoughtless rabbits.

Who minor points affect,

So much about to quarrel,

And weightier things neglect,

Let them take the moral.