The Hispid Hare and the Polar Bear

by David P. Gontar (December 2016)

The Hispid Hare and the Polar Bear

Went up in a hot balloon

They had no fear of the Stratosphere

As they floated to the Moon.

The cow with the crumpled horn sailed by,

And blackbirds in a pie,

And things looked grim for she and him

As they tumbled through the sky.

Said Bunny to her Arctic mate,

“I fear we’ve lost our way,

But it’s not too late to roller skate

To the palms of Mandalay.”

So without a care they skumbled there

Just in time for tea

But they drank so much that they soon lost touch

With the likes of you and me.

And now at night when the Moon does yawn

And swallows up the stars

The Hispid Hare and the Polar Bear

Pick buttercups on Mars.

O, take me there, sweet Polar Bear

There’s always room for three;

I’ll darn your socks with hollyhocks

And mend your dreams for free.

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David P. Gontar’s latest book is Unreading Shakespeare. He is also the author of Hamlet Made Simple and Other Essays, New English Review Press, 2013.

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