Bunnies Galore


What if every Easter egg.

Could hatch into a bunny?

Wouldn't it be nice?

Wouldn't it be funny? 


Kids would have little bunnies to play with,

And parents would have bunnies to stay with.

Until they grew up into rabbits.

Until they developed bad habits. 


Like eating every veggie in sight,

To the poor little kids' delight.

Oh, oh, what to do?

No veggies on your plate for you?


And multiplying by the score.

Quick! Close the door!

The furry little buggers might get out,

And then there will be more!


And Hef, he will be happy,

When he sees once more

Of new bunnies to the roster,

Bunnies by the score.


Do the bunny na, nah.

Do the bunny hop.

Don't let the bunnies get ya,

Get them while they're hot.


An egg a day keeps the bunnies away.


Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull




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