Sad saga of a medically-challenged hare.
There once was a rabbit that lived in a field near a woods by a pond close to me.
He’d like to marry and have many children but there’s something we just can’t see.
All of the bunnies know him well enough to know that his name is John Thomas
But they’re also aware that so far up till now he hasn’t shown very much promise.
Four litters a year are what rabbits should have and John Thomas knows it too well.
He’s not getting younger so why is he waiting to start making babies, pray tell.
Several young bunnies have fluffed up their cotton tails hoping to get him to play
But he turns around and hops on through the bushes running hard to just get away.
Maybe he’s different, you know what I mean? says one bunny to another.
I don’t think so. I’ve asked around. I’ve even talked at length to his brother.
John Thomas is blue like the pill that he needs. He hates like the dickens to be
The only buck rabbit that lives in a field near a woods by a pond with E.D.
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