I was told by a countryman that
The best way to catch
a Rabbit
Is to hide among the
bushes
And make a noise like
a Carrot
I was told by a countryman that
The best way to catch
a Rabbit
Is to hide among the
bushes
And make a noise like
a Carrot
All of the Rabbits in the field
Hopped backwards in the
sunshine
This very strange
occurrence
Is known as a receding
hareline
There was a parade of rabbits
All in a line
Hopping backwards,
A receding hare-line
All the Rabbits in the field
Backed away from
Farmer Kline
This strange
phenomenon
Is known as a receding
hareline
I put Ginger in the Casserole
I am in trouble as is
the habit
I thought it was very
tasty
But they really loved
that rabbit
The habits of rabbits
Are of limited scope
How can I be delicate?
The females seldom say
nope
If scientists were ever to achieve success
In a cross breeding in
which they would exult,
Between a rabbit’s
foot and some poison ivy
Then a rash of good luck would be the result
All the Rabbits in the field
Backed away from
Farmer Kline
This strange
phenomenon
Is known as a receding
hareline
There was a parade of rabbits
All in a line
Hopping
backwards,
A receding
hare-line
Rabbits’
feet are used as a lucky charm
But
here’s a thought to cause alarm
If
it’s true they bring luck then how is it
That
having four didn’t help the rabbit
The
old wifes tale certainly implies
That
carrots are good for the eyes
If
that is really true and they haven’t lied
Why
so many dead rabbits by the roadside