There was a mama rabbit
who buried her bunnies alive. So
then hopped away and pretended
she could care less to survive.
What’s going on is quite simple.
The purpose not to be seen.
She dug another hole nearby
and waited for the mean.
And when he came along
she let out a terrible squeak.
When the fox jumped after her,
It was “Blessed the faster meek”.
Worse, if she ducked into her hole
and teased him with her scent,
the curiosity that he’d behold
could render his sniffer bent.
Oh the animal world is cunning.
Balanced off in mortal wins.
Then why do we act proper?
Let’s cultivate our sins.
But we demand perfection.
Eat veggies instead of meat.
Time will come when our plantation
will be cultivated to speak.
And the horseradish will sing mush.
And the onion will cry.
And the corn will tell jokes
till the cows come home and sigh.
Maybe everything has its place
petrified by what peals.
Maybe we should eat rocks
and sit in Elysian Fields.
Let’s face it we want the Almighty
to do all of our work.
From micros to crimes just spook us.
Now how and when can we shirk?!