The same Reverend Dr. John was fond of telling a good story about a
neighboring minister who served a people living up "along the blue
mountain." Rabbits were very plentiful up in that section, and in the
fall of the year when this minister went on a round of pastoral
visitation amongst his people, they fed him on rabbits wherever he came.
It was rabbits in the morning, rabbits at noon, rabbits at night--fried
rabbit, stewed rabbit, roasted rabbit--till the poor parson was so
utterly sick of the fare that he composed a special grace at table,
which ran somewhat after this fashion:
"Rabbits young and rabbits old,
Rabbits hot and rabbits cold,
Rabbits tender and rabbits tough--
I thank Thee, O Lord, I've had rabbits enough!"