'Twas a sunny day, and a warm week-end,
Hard at play, just me, and my best friend.
As white as the snow, he and I e'ver did play,
"Bunny' is his name, 'twas simple as the day.

Floppy ears noted, with the help of a magic pen,
Silly me, he's tamed; knew him form the rest of kin.
Except for this day, to my bitter disappointment,
'Bunny' 'tis ne'er to be found; I wail; I lament.

Then running to the sound of the hide-and-seek tree,
I witness in horror, what's been done to 'Bunny' and me.
My pal, my bestest, he's the latest of animals progeny,
My Dad, I'm hatin', he believes he's providin' sustenany.

I "cry me a river," cause I am so unbelievin' sad,
At the loss I suffered, albeit at the hands of my Dad.
Were we that hungry; were we that so freakin' poor,
To snuff 'Bunny's life, of that I'm still not sure.

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