Bunnies Don't Come When They Are Called
by Francine DuBois

I never forgave my next-door-neighbor
For chasing a bunny with a baseball bat;
He giggled in dumb boyishness, swinging
At the innocent little cottontail.

Had I known his proclivities for violence,
I would have made him watch
Night of the Lepus and tell him the
Bunnies shall have their day.

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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