Bunny ate my egg, which made me rather cross,
about revenge, to show that rabbit who was boss,
the trap I
set was hidden well, all camouflaged with grass,
that thieving bunny and I’d fry his scrawny ass!
That night I
heard the trap spring shut, he’d met his Waterloo,
I smiled and
settled down to sleep, and dreamed of rabbit stew,
I hoped he’d
still be there, alive, I wanted him to beg,
be magnanimous, and spare him for an egg?
fluffy fur ball could defeat the likes of me,
and looked up recipes for rabbit fricassee,
out to the garden to retrieve my helpless prey,
trap was empty, somehow he’d got clean away.
I swore, and
kicked the stupid trap, which flew across the yard,
a piece of
paper fluttered down – he’d left a calling card!
wanted peace, or had he left the card to gloat?
I sat down
in a garden chair, and read this on the note:
can never hurt me, I’m the Easter Bunny, see,
and no Earthly steel can harm the likes of me,
‘bout your egg, but someone needs it more than you,
the kid next
door has lost his Mum, and so I left him two.
you wouldn’t mind, as you’re a grown-up, not a kid,
I see that I
was wrong, I can’t believe the thing you did,
the price at Christmas time, I hope you don’t get mad,
I wrote a
note to Santa – and I told him you’ve been BAD!”
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