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The Rabbit
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk) Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk |
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In the early morning when the dew is full and wet Along the cut the rabbit folk Early risers set On finding the new herbage Clover and chickweed Sweet and tasty rich and green Tis here the Rabbits feed Docile little critters Constantly engaged Digging out their burrows And carving out their page Sandier soils preferred of course On land that sees the sun Whose grass will soon be nibbled down Neatly as if spun Their Ears are always pricked up The Weasel, Fox and Stoat Love a dish of Rabbit Something all should note Listen as they thump the ground A warning played out here Something to be wary of In essence it spells fear And off they scuttle to their holes Their little tails on show These fluffy soft appendages Worn by Fur hags we know Rabbits know the outcome too And so remain alert Shot gun pellets up their arse They know that it does hurt The fashion houses want to use Rabbits thats for sure And many are stripped of their hair Their pain we do ignore Tortured and decapitated stripped of precious hair so ugly women rich on ignorance can walk on air My appeal to those who feel An animals skin should be Used in clothes they buy or shoes they wear Please see A living soul died miserably Twas innocent unyet Was murdered by some sicko Who raised his karmic debt But to you who wear this dead skin Remember you too will Pay a price a significant price For unless someone did kill Those animals created with that fur and that skin For their unique protection for you it is a sin |