The Rabbits
We don’t have near the rabbits
That we had a year ago
Nope we don’t have near the rabbits
In the desert around Arco
We’re not having a rabbit round up
And we’re not having the mess
That we had a year ago
With all the help of the press
We’re not going to be cruel to animals
They can eat our dog gone hay
In fact, they can have the run of the place
If it keeps the news men away
No, we don’t have near the rabbits
That we had a year ago
But we’ve got millions of rabbit tracks
In the snow around Arco
[noted I believe with hopes of submitting this to Second Chance & Passage 3500 fiction, 20 lines verse]
