The stars are just emerging on the coverlet of night
And on the west horizon, I see Venus burning bright
I love this time of evening, when the crickets start to call
But there's work I must attend to, as the shadows gently fall.
To all of my surroundings, I must pay most careful heed,
As I approach the hutches, for it's nearly time to feed.
I shudder to imagine their gnawing hunger pangs:
Those tiny little bunnies, with tiny little fangs

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And the vampire bunnies are restless tonight,
And their eyes, erubescent, are faintly aglow,
And they're boring right through me, unblinking,
And I worry how much they've been drinking,
And the unholy thoughts that they're thinking,
I don't want to know....
No, don't let me know.

It's a mystery where they came from, and they're not a common breed,
And maybe, if I'd known at first, I'd never have agreed.
But somehow it seems right to raise these rabbits on my farm,
To guard them with my life, to see that nothing brings them harm.

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I started with a pair, and they have done much more than thrive.
Indentured to their care, I bring them all of their prey alive.
It's very disconcerting, the rate at which they grow,
And they multiply like — well, you probably know.

They prick their velvet ears up as they gather for the kill,
And they twitch their little noses as they drink their thirsty fill.
Their fur is soft and fluffy, but it’s clammy to the touch,
And their eyes give me the willies, so I don’t pet them much.
I’ve tried to be suspicious, but they’re just so doggone cute,
And the question of their provenance is fast becoming moot.
The more I keep their bellies full, the more they reproduce,
And I’m running out of hutch space; soon, I’ll have to turn them loose.

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Please don't let me know...

Oh, dear God, no…