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If when I die and get a chance to come back I would be
An ickle fluffy wabbit good ole' horny boy bunny
I'd wag my ears at all the lady wabbits all around
And hope that I impressed them with my big-ears so profound
And if I was a wabbit I would surely know
That I could f--k for Wabbitworld with no-one saying "No"
I'd procreate with bunnies - I'd try my best with bucks
Cos I'm an ickle wabbit and was born just to give f--ks
I'd wander round the warren with the hope of procreation
And if i didn't pull a wabbit I'd be flat with no elation
But I'm sure I'd find a bunnygirl that wanted me to pump her
I'm sorry - I'm a bunny boy - One real ole wabbit humper!
I'd nibble on the carrot and I'd go down on the lettuce
I'd shag her seven sister little bunnies if she let us
But I do have real strong principles - like all us rabbits do
F--k em like a bunny boys - Its time for wabbits new!
And when the farmer came out with his great big f--king gun
I'd grab the ickle lady wabbit and say "Hey come on Hun!"
"looks like me and you are just going to be blown away
So lets at least die happy in the good ole wabbit way"
And as the farmer took his aim be sure that I'd be shagging
Her f--king little bobtail would be positively wagging
And as the farmer took our poor little wabbit souls
I'd say "Thank f--k I was a wabbit....
I LOVED those wabbit-holes!"
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