The cuddly little thing
Sitting there,
Unwondering,
Without a care;
Unknowing of the fate that awaits. Ooh!
He stops; recoils
At my touch;
His movement spoils
My perfect clutch
He struggles as I quickly say "Adieu"
The knife is ready
In my hand;
Holding it steady,
I raise it, and
Whack! Aack! Clack! and Presto! Rabbit Stew!!!