Run, Rabbit, Run

 

The hills are alive with scores of cute, fluffy rabbit because they do what rabbits do best - breed like rabbits - and the powers that be have decided to do something about it: shoot them!

 

 

I've got up early in the morning, padlocked the front gate to keep the naughty shooters out, and sang my cute, fluffy friends this little song:

On the farm, ev'ry Friday On the farm, it's rabbit pie day So ev'ry Friday that ever comes along I get up early and sing this little song Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run, run Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun He'll get by without his rabbit pie So run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run, run Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun He'll get by without his rabbit pie So run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run

There were others who didn't like to see these cute, fluffy rabbits shot either, and they made their opinions clear on another sign - or did they?

 

F#@king murders!!! she wrote

 

Anyway, I really tried to put the fright into my cute, fluffy friends by also singing them an old 1940 version. It scared the shit out of Hitler!

 

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Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run!

 

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