The Bunny Of Death
I was always told,
When I was young,
Be a good boy
And grow up strong.
Do your all work,
Sleep well at night,
And always keep your eyes shut tight,
Because after dark,
The Bunny Of Death roams,
Seeking out carrots
In small children's homes.
He never finds them,
So his eyesight is poor.
Beware! Beware,
If he comes to your door!
If he comes in your room,
Hide under the sheets!
By beds and by cots,
He searches and sneaks.
On seeing fingers, like carrots,
He swoops and he eats.
