Peter Rabbit Redux
Yeah, it's no lie:
The little guy's doin' time now
For that botched garden job,
Sportin' stripes nowadays
Instead of buttons
And got great big tattoos
On both ears.
And his sibs? Well,
They couldn't buy a break:
Poor Miss Flopsy
Had to get a biopsy,
Lost all her fur
And ended up on a poster for PETA.
Miss Mopsy? What can I say?
Autopsy—
Old Farmer McGregor
Doesn't miss every time.
And just last week Cottontail
Got hopped up on carrot juice
And crashed the big red wheelbarrow
Right through the spiny hedge;
After a trip under the knife,
He's simply known as "Cotton" now.
Small wonder that after all those
Hare-raising years
Mrs. Rabbit neatly folded her apron,
Carefully locked the hole behind her,
And was last seen seated between
Bugs and Roger
In a shiny roadster headed West.
