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Little running rabbit got a gun.
And he loved so very much that gun.
You see, for without that gun.
He couldve been gone.

Big mean people love rabbit.
Rabbit stew, rabbit fricasse.
And even fried rabbit cakes.
They wanted to devour him.

So big mean people grabbed guns.
Long and wide.
Small in size...
And guns that have yet to be made..
And chased our little rabbit they did.

To make him dinner wished the men.
And to make a fur coat wished the women
And in their greed they almost killed the little rabbit.
Time and time again.

But they continously failed they did.
To catch our little rabbit.
Momma rabbit and daddy rabbit sheltered him.
And the other rabbits trained him to survive.

But still, this was not enough.
Little running rabbit that ran for his life.
Was growing tired of his woeful life.
And he soon thought of a way to end his strife.

He made a gun.
With willpower as gunpowder.
Irony as the bullet.
And brilliance as the gun mold.
He finished it one day to fight Big mean men.

So one day Big mean men came to him with guns.
And pointed all those guns at him
And said: We gonna kill ya, we gonna skin ya, we gonna eat ya.
So what did the little rabbit?

The little rabbit looked at them without remorse.
And even smiled innocently.
But at the end he showed them the marvelous gun.
And killed all the Big mean men.

So kiddies remember this:
When the big mean men come around town.
And you have a big bad frown.
Smile, make a gun out of virtue.
And take them out.