Rob the white had a very, very bad habit.
He was a blood thirsty, meat eating, heart wrenching rabbit.
At night you must watch your back
Or the white creature will attack
You see his big red eyes, it has begun
You can not hide, you must run
The body he'll separate from the head
No one knows if he is living or dead
For dinner he feasts on sloppy brain
In a blood drenched, sticky, red rain
A pint full of blood and other things
He has no antennas nor any wings
He'll bite the living hell out of anyone
I'm telling you, it ain't even slightly fun
He bit my arm off when I didn't see
Oh but wait, the meat eating rabbit is me!
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