The Sinister Rabbit

Jackie’s a sinister rabbit You won’t see him hop – he just creeps He tucks himself under your pillow And nibbles your neck while you sleep. On Sundays, he sidles down chimneys His beady eyes watching the coast Then he’ll sneak in and your turn off your oven And devour your best Sunday Roast. You might see a glimpse of a bobtail, Or hear the faint gnawing of teeth But brother, if you want to confront him Tell your sister to go buy a wreath. Where did he come from – nobody knows He’s a changeling, a devil-may-care Jackie’s a sinister rabbit And he’s sitting right under your chair…