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Killer Bunnies of the Apocalypse

It’s the Killer Bunnies of the Apocalypse.

Death in their DNA got the slip.

Now they roam the countryside.

Wild, winged, and bent on genocide.

Beware! should you cross their path.

They travel in herds and will attack.

Munch and crunch and chew to the ground

all flora and fauna and toes that can be found.

There is but one way to tame these bunnies.

That is to roll them over and rub their tummies.

But you might not be able to get that near,

at least not until you’ve have a couple of beers.

These bunnies are fierce in their apocalyptic way,

but belly rubs and carrots could save the day.

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