Heeeheeeeheeee!!
THere goes Rapparee!
With a hasty explanation
(Something about a vacation)
Turns and beats his little feet
In a hasty, grim retreat.
Too much banter, too much guff
Made him lose his vaunted stuff
So he turned the volume louder,
Turned and took himself a powduh.

Making tracks like desert thunder
Rapp is off for over yonduh.
Sad, that he our day should sweeten
By this zealous quick retreatin'
As though he felt he'd been beaten!
But we will not lack for talk,
Loud rebuffs and shallow squawk,
'Cuz we still have Little Hawk.

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