Ode to Bunnies

Timmy and Mister Hide

Once upon a time
In the English countryside
Was an orphan boy named Timmy
And his bunny Mister Hide

Poor Timmy’s mother had been punished
For her dark and witchie ways
When the townsfolk got frightened
And they tested her for days

But Timmy was a baby then
And now a strapping boy
Who had no friends or family
Just Mister Hide for joy

They went each day to the meadow
Where they ran and jumped and played
Then wandered home at night
In an old shack where they stayed

But then one year
The rains did stop
And fields went brown
With dying crops

Young Timmy was arrested
And sentenced for their fear
And has he hung by his neck
Mister Hide cried a single tear

When they came to the shack
For to make some bunny stew
Mister Hide was hunched before the door
Knowing exactly what to do

As the door swung wide
He crossed the space
A fluffy white ball of rage
Destroyed the sheriffs face

He lunged from neck to neck
And blood turned the dirt streets red
He hunted through the village
Till most people there were dead

In the end he cut down Tim
Thinking he was gone
And hopped off to the mountains
But poor Tim he lived on

Poor Tim now roams the lands
Seeking strong, brave men
To stop his fluffy buddy
And bring him to his end

His blood rage has taken over
And he’s retreated to a cave
Upon the Cliffs of Dover
Where his heart is filled with rage.

And so now starts our tragic tale
As is written in these logs
About the fluffy murder machine
From the hamlet of Caerbannog

Photo from Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

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