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Rabbit plagues, on the farm I grew up on, were such a disaster, couldn't shoot and kill them off fast enough.
How beautifully innocent the cute little bunny,
Hopping around the green, happy fields for fun.
Hopping around, scratching holes, making love,
Eating and laying around in the sun.
How ghastly the horrible little Aussie rabbit is,
Hopping around the vast land just for fun.
Hopping around causing massive irreversible erosion,
Eaten by a farmer with a gun.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
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