The Sinister Rabbit

A rabbit with red eyes
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…


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