As on the Monkey troopers swept,
The Bunnies to their holes all crept;
The foe who set triumphant out
Was first a rabble, then a rout!

The Owl, in “Zooland,” said, next day: 
“Our troops like chaff swept them away;
Their praises let us loudly sing,
Who won the day for Leo, King!”

[Illustration:  The charge of the giraffe cavalry]

The leader, Tiger, soon was caught,
And into Camp a prisoner brought;
A warning to this very day,
To all who at Rebellion play.

The Court-Martial.

Field Marshal Leo then and there
  A stern Court-Martial held;
The prisoner, with defiant air,
  Explained why he rebelled.

“Such conduct,” said the President,
  “Admits of no defence;
But since you ask it, I’ll consent
  To hear the evidence.”

’Twas heard—­in “Zooland” of that week
  You’ll find the Owl’s report;
The President then rose to speak,
  The sentence of the Court.

“On all counts guilty he appears—­
  The prisoner’s sentenced to
A lenient term—­a hundred years
  Confinement in the Zoo!”

[Illustration:  The Court-Martial]

The Rebels Surrender.

The other Rebels, when they heard
Of what to Tiger had occurred,
Surrendered everyone next day,
And threw down arms without delay.

The Bear said, “I don’t want to keep
My blunderbuss—­’twas much too cheap!”
The Leopard and the Crocodile
Threw theirs upon the growing pile.

Of loyalty each took the oath,
While Jumbo and Lord Rhino, both
Promoted Colonels by the King,
Kept watch that each his gun did bring.

And Colonel Jumbo winked his eye
To Colonel Rhino, standing by: 
“We’d be Field Marshals soon, no fear,
If we’d Rebellions ev’ry year!”

[Illustration:  The rebels surrender]

This done, the prisoners were sent
Off to perpetual banishment;
Forbidden thenceforth, under pain
Of death, to e’er come back again! 
Oh, sad indeed that Rebel band,
That bade farewell to dear Zooland.

One of the King’s Heroes.

T’was soon remarked by not a few
  That Hippo was not seen;
The rumour ran—­alas! too true—­
  That he had wounded been.

Then messengers went out and found
  The hero of the strife;
His wounds with bandages were bound
  By his most loving wife.

The King himself, when he was told,
  In person—­came to see;
“When well,” said he, “oh, hero bold,
Sir Hippo you shall be!”

With Surgeon’s skill and wifely care
  He soon recovered quite;
Now there’s no soldier anywhere
  Like Sir John Hippo, Knight.

[Illustration:  One of the King’s heroes]

The King’s Return.