Run Rabbit Run

RUN RABBIT RUN

Run rabbit run.
For the chase is half the fun.
I'll shoot off your head.
You will soon be dead.

My garden is a mess.
You took all the best.
Like a thief in the night.
Oh what a blight.

Forget about my needs.
Your worse than the weeds.
You squander and steal.
But soon you wont feel.

A grave in the ground.
Is where you are bound.
I tilled the soil.
You never had to toil.

I tended the seed.
You took everything I need.
It would be such a treat.
To chop off your feet.

My garden in shambles.
You left only brambles.
You shimmy and smirk.
You short little jerk.

My feelings aside.
I will have your hide.
There is no place to hide from coast to coast.
When I am done you'll soon be a ghost.

Then I'll be free to plant again.
And I'll have both barrels loaded till then.
Just Incas a new rabbit comes along.
Then I'll be ready with a hole and a song.

No stone you will get.
This aint over yet.
This fence I am mending
your doom it is pending.

As I set here pulling weeds
I hope you bleed
I have tended to your last free meal.
My smoking hot lead you soon will feel.

So run rabbit run!