Tell me about your bunny

A renegade rabbit called Mike,
stole carrots from Tesco's each night,
tunneled under the shops,
for organic crops,
then peddled away on his bike.
 
Now Mike was a greedy young rabbit,
troubled by a carotene habit,
soon he stopped caring,
the raids got more daring,
he was caught with a kilo of carrot.
 
Breaking rocks with his teeth in the yard,
the time he was doing was hard,
each night in the shower,
a Hare called him flower,
and tried to catch him off guard.
 
 
 
 
 

 
Jesus and Peter were walking through the woods one day
When they came up on a dead bunny on the forest ground
Peter said “aww, too bad” shedding a single tear feeling sad
Upon seeing the little rabbit, he had a near break down

“Don’t worry” Jesus said (you know he always kept a cool head)
He knelt down next to the rabbit and said a little prayer
Then from under his tunic Jesus took out a small bottle
Rubbed the potion in the palms of his hands and caressed the hare

Suddenly the bunny came back to life and sprang to his feet!
Wiggled his ears and nose at Jesus it was cute and sweet
Then he took a couple of hops, turned around and waived at him
He’d hop away, turn and waive and do it again on repeat

Peter stood there - his mouth wide open in complete disbelief
As the bunny hopped away, turned around and waived with sprite
There in the light amidst the trees in the warm morning breeze
The bunny hopped away and waived until he was out of sight

Peter was astonished as Jesus smiled and waived goodbye
Now believing in miracles understanding that He saves
“But what was in the bottle?” Peter asked then Jesus showed him
And the label read: Hair Restorer with Permanent Waves

I yearn an Easter bunny
To spice my life in spring
Winter celibacy is over
Time to start to swing

We'll gambol in the clover
Go swimming in the nude
When the party's over
To bed and get screwed.

When we think of Easter,
we think about the Bunny
But hares do not lay eggs  
That's what makes it so darn funny  
 
They have their broods in litters,  
sometimes they have one or two  
Sometimes they have a dozen  
depending on when they're through  
 
We go back to Festival of Eostre,  
the goddess of Fertility  
Thought the bunny was most adequate  
for applicability.  
 
Not every country celebrates  
with 'The Bunny' as we do,  
some times they celebrate foxes,
or birds they call 'cuckoo's'  
 
Remember eggs they come from chickens,  
and yes they are good too  
But if you catch that waskewy wabbit  
you can put him in your stew