If you want to cook the horned bunny
At Easter (of course) or any time
It’s best to start with plenty of money
Which you’ll undoubtedly get by committing a crime.
The taste is exquisite, the aroma divine
The horns are the best part
When seasoned with thyme.
Next comes the big ears
They are bigger by nature
You must roast them with bear grease
Which is sold by a faker
Take ears and horns and then add the snout
Discard remainder – it is filled with self-doubt
Find lavender, seaweed, cockles, nasturtiums
Marrow, a pumpkin, leeks.
The best pot is clay, the best fire wood
Dice all together and smack your lips good
If you do all these things with your horned little bunny
Your Easter guests might think you quite funny
Yet the aroma will remind you of every thing missed, of all things lost or forgotten.
Of questions always done right on a quiz, of rising to top from the bottom
Life will become a thing full of meaning, a statehood, a nation
With nothing demeaning, nary a pinprick
To bear but elation!
The horned bunny will bring you these things
If you just cook it right!
The horned bunny has wings.