Miscellaneous:

[magglyn]

Two tiny ickle bunnies
Sitting neath a tree
The buck turns to the doe and says
What’s on the menu for tea?

I thought we’d eat out says the doe
If that’s alright with you
The buck wanted to please her
So he counted out his dough

To the vegetarian restaurant
The pair they did away
They dined on carrots and broccoli
Organic that’s the way

They were the perfect couple
In love they were the best
They had hundreds of offspring
Copulating without rest

Later that same season
The bunnies fell out of love
They knew each other intimately
But it was not enough

The buck was smoking heavily
He’d gained a dreadful cough
“If it’s lettuce again for our tea
Well doe, this buck is off!”

She told him he could go away
His waist was getting thick
She was seeing another
A young buck, quick and slick

Well old buck he had to go
He knew that he’d been beat
His ears drooped, his scut was down
His weren’t the biggest feet

His doe she’d fallen heavily
For another hunk
He wore his ears in a Mohican
He was a rabbit punk


The punk sneered at the farmer
He didn’t give a jot
Unfortunately he was no opposition
Against a hundred balls of shot

Doe went back to her first love
The one she’d left behind (Boo Hiss)
The silly sodden buck
Took her back cos he was kind

A moral to this tale!

If you are like Doe the rabbit
Break an old buck’s heart in two
Then you could end up like her lover
In the farmers dinner as part of a stew