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It seemed the group of rabbits from the Bean farm otherwise known as the Horrible Ten had gotten hold of a car. Naturally Rabbit No. 23 was inclined to write a bit of verse to celebrate the occasion and the Horribles put on a celebratory performance, stamping and whooping and flourishing their little tin knives. Mrs. Wogus and Mrs. Wurzburger were most impressed, though Mrs. Peppercorn was rather put out. “Land sakes”, she said. “That ‘taint verse … it just gets worse and worse”.

It’s the Horrible automobile
And scarcely missing a wheel
It roars and it thumps
As it goes over the bumps
We’ll run you down so you squeal

The Horribles have their own car
You won’t get very far
Why it hums and it flies
And knocks gravel in your eyes
As it rumbles over the tar

O’ the Horrible Automobile
You’ll never be able to steal
It thumps and it roars
And rattles at the doors
You’ll be roadkill souffle at our next meal