Bunny

Friends, Congolese, countrymen, lend me your faces;

I come to confuse Bunny, not to exclude her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their elbows;

So let it be with Bunny. The resolute Buddy

Hath told you Bunny was paranoid:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Bunny answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Buddy and the rest–

For Buddy is an unselfish man;

So are they all, all unselfish men–

Come I to speak in Bunny’s funeral.

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