There was two rabbits lying out there in the moor
And they’d always share their tales and meals for one
For they’d never know which twig snap was their last
They may as well have been glued together
The howling winds would ring the old Earth bells
For the weather was unforgiving at this time
Quite a racket that would always overwhelm them
If they’re gonna go, they’d much rather go together

So they found a home way up some dusty eighth storey
But the windows there hadn’t lasted very long
And the poor bunnies were once again confronted by
The human whispers sailing in the wind
But human affairs were now thought far beyond them
And widely disliked for the chaos they had wrought
But the tools they’d left behind had showed some promise
And all the animals signed the treaty in Seoul

Ten years later, there’s a rumble in the morning
A pipe bomb had flattened some loyalist cafe
And the foxes were racking rifles door to door
So the rabbits were forced to move to live once more
The bunnies burrowed a new home thirty feet underground
With a faded world map tea towel for decoration
And they’d barely caught their breaths when they were found
Tailed by two eagles who’d been scrambled

As if the kingdom would forgive the stupid prey
The sentencing was as swift as it was scandalous
Put to death and cooked in the community stew
A fate that laid less than seven hours away
But the uprising brought the rabbits some more time
They ran for the hills as rebels peppered pigs with birdshot
They ran until the salvos were falling silent
And they could only cry in each other’s arms

The forest they trawled was lacking in clearings
They moved in silence, shaking and broken
Since the animals had moved into the cities
The woods had become ever so quiet
They came to a clearing on the cliff’s edge
What looked to be a seventy-five or so foot fall
And the only heat came on the tips of pitchforks
Illuminating the trees in their retreat