(tune: Kipling's "Smuggler's Song")
Wicked is the rabbit white, and baneful is the brown,
No matter be it countryside or in a crowded town,
But worst of all that ever made a strong man jump and scream
Is rabbit that's the color of the Bailey's Bristol Cream!
Five-and-twenty coneys hopping through the dark:
Rabbits in the garden, rabbits in the park;
Nibbling at the carrots, nibbling at your gown --
Watch your feet, my darling, when the rabbits come to town!
Over-brave is he who would endure a rabbit's glare;
And foolish he who would a rabbit's barking choose to dare;
But reckless quite is he who might be such a simple chump
As to ignore the somber sound of rabbit's warning thump!
Five-and-twenty coneys hopping through the dark:
Rabbits in the garden, rabbits in the park;
Nibbling at the carrots, nibbling at your gown --
Watch your feet, my darling, when the rabbits come to town!
Coneys are carnivorous, a little-known fact,
For few are those who've lived to tell of lepical attack.
Oh, better let a rattler sink its venom in your veins
Than let a rabbit gnaw you from your toes up to your brains!
Five-and-twenty coneys hopping through the dark:
Rabbits in the garden, rabbits in the park;
Nibbling at the carrots, nibbling at your gown --
Watch your feet, my darling, when the rabbits come to town!
Photos adapted from
Night of the Lepus (1972).
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