desirabbit on the loose
I wish we could come to a truce
but I could see right through it's eyes
this rabbit wasn't very wise
and only knew of plain mischief
creeping about like a thief
as if I could not match his tracks
so unprepared was he when I
pounced on him, his paws in mine
no longer would this rabbit run
him that only knew of fun
no longer could this rabbit play
my hunger sees no more delay
no longer would this rabbit hop
for in my jaws I have his lop
and in my belly soon will sit
freshly yielded rabbit meat.
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