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56 "O! then," exclaim'd the Ass,
 * "I know to play it fine;

And who for bad shall class
 * The music asinine?"

Without the rules of art,
 * Ev'n asses, we agree,

May once succeed in part,
 * Thus accidentally.

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."