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Oh Danger Bunny, the blades, the blades are shining

From ear to ear, and down the other side

The strokes are gone, and all the strokers are dying

'Tis me, 'tis me must go and you must bide.

But on your back when bunnies' in the meadow

Or when t'scithes' hushed...

and bright-red with warm fresh blood

'Tis I'll be here in bunshine or in fishbone

Oh Danger Bunny, oh D.B., I loathe you so.

And if I come, when all the Flopsies are a-dying

And You are dead, as dead You may well be

I'll come and find the place where You are lying

And kneel and say [pa've] and take a pee.

And You shall hear, how soft I tread above thee

And all your dreams will cool and darken be

If I'll not fail to tell thee that I loathe you

You'll simply rot in peace until I come to thee.

You'll rot in peace until I come to thee.

Dub, Feb 27 2006

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