Jonathon Brandmeier)



Well it's hard to believe it's happening there

Farmers walking 'round with clubs in the air

Saying, "Hey bunny, bunny come out a your hole and I'll crush your skull."

Now the rabbits say,

"Johnny, it's always been the same

We would get up in the morning

Chew on the farmers' grain

Yeah, we never worried

We never felt pain of something sticking in our head

We should'a stayed in bed."



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Why is the snow red

In Mudd Lake, Idaho?

They're huring little rabbits again

Don't ya know

It makes the farmers' garden grow

Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe



Well the farm boys say,

"Hey this ain't no great time but we got the world's largest receding hare

line.

The rabbits keep backing away

When we chase them every Saturday."

Oh, what's the fuss?

They can't understand

They want them rabbits to get off their land

They want to, help 'em off

They want to, give 'em aa hand yeah

Across the neck

Oh, what the heck



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Bunny, this isn't funny

You're costing farmers money

You flunked another E.P.T.

Another pregnancy

Oh no



the more babies you make

The more bunnies will die

You've got to knock it off

I know you can try

Attack Jimmy Carter

But stop multiplying

You got Bugs Bunny crying

Please stop dying



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