Too Much of a Good Thing
Two white rabbits arrived on Easter Sunday
They sat in the basket, didn’t get away
Until I woke and found them nestling there
A wee young girl, I began stroking their hair
As they grew older, there was a cage to clean
The pellets they ate looked like awful cuisine
Each day they went running through our enclosed yard
Dad’s vegetable garden was ravaged hard
Although Dad was dismayed, he never yelled out
For he enjoyed watching them romping about
I loved my bunnies, but boy did they grow fast
They were bigger and bigger as each week passed
By the end of summer as cooler winds blew
I had 15 rabbits instead of just two
Who would have guessed how quickly they procreate
Leaps and bounds above normal human birth rate
Finally came the day when Dad said, “Enough!”
But giving them away proved terribly tough
Our neighbors had seen what had happened to us
Mom was in distress and put up quite a fuss
Folks at the Humane Society just laughed
To feed them, they would have needed a bank draft
I placed them in a wagon, went door-to-door
Found homes for thirteen, but still had two more
Till the kindly old woman across the street
Offered them a room in her “luxury” suite
Suddenly one night the lady disappeared
“Foreclosure,” some said, and that is what we feared
By spring she had opened a "Bunny Resort"
Visitors came, but she filed no earnings report
The tax man came by and she vanished again
Left on our doorstep, an empty rabbit pen
A note was attached, explanation given
She’d bestowed the rabbits on a magician
So when I see rabbits pulled out of a hat
I enjoy thinking we played a role in that
*Written February 24, 2012 for Carol's "Bunny Rabbits" contest
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