Rabbits run to the forest
Jumping, leaping and hopping
I ask them “Where you head to? ”;
They say they’re going shopping
“Liars”, say I, “woods are shopless
Over there, no food, nor clothing
Methink, you all partners search for
Breeding, lastly, reposing.”
Loathsome creatures tell all
Laugh at their vile action
Go they, and I mull over:
“What is our God’s reaction? ! ”
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