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When All Else Fails…DUCK!


Bullets flying everywhere,
They hit the table, and the chair!
Holy heck what has he done!
He went and bought a bloody gun!

Now the rabbits got the gun,
He's got the farmer on the run!
The farmer legs it hard and fast,
But the rabbits quicker, and ran a blast!

He's got the farmer crying in the corner,
The gun toting rabbit thought he'd warn her!
The farmer begged and pleaded for her life,
But the rabbit thought about all the strife!

She hounded him for weeks on end,
And he was angry, let's not pretend!
The farmer now was shaking like a leaf,
Caught in the act, just like a thief!

She doesn't like the rabbit pointing his gun,
Cos now she knows it aint no fun!
The rabbit looked and stared her out,
He was in charge, there was no doubt!

‘Look you here!' The rabbit said,
‘How does it feel to be nearly dead?'
She begged and pleaded to be set free,
Saying how very sorry she would be!

The farmer looked sad and bowed her head,
Full of remorse it has to be said!
She didn't realize it wasn't fun,
To chase a rabbit by a farmer with a gun!

She promised to never raise her gun again,
Cos the thought of being shot, drove her insane!
The rabbit thought, and though some more,
Before laying the gun down on the floor!

But he stared at the farmer hard and fast,
As she grabbed the gun, and gave a blast!
She'd shot the poor rabbit where he stood,
Poor thing fell over as only he could!

But he had insight and knew she'd fire,
So he'd taken the bullets out, now she's in the mire!
So he takes a pistol out of his pocket,
And fired the bullets like a rocket!

The farmer ran with all her might,
Oh cor blimey, she'd had a fright!
‘Leg it fast!'  The rabbit roared,
As he shot the farmer, now she's floored!

The rabbit went home all happy and gay,
Wow he'd had an exciting day!
To morrow he would go out for a run,
And look for a farmer, and show him his gun!

And there you see him to this day…
The gun toting rabbit chewing on hay!
Roaming the lands at his leisure,
No gun toting farmers to spoil his pleasure!

So the morel of this tale so true,
Is stay off the farms, whatever you do!
And if you see a rabbit toting a gun…!
Run like hell, or he'll spoil your fun!

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,
Chase after the farmers with your gun, gun, gun!
Aim it straight and aim it high…
Then pull the trigger as you shout ‘goodbye!'



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