1977 - The lament of a Dwarf Breeder’s wife

The lament of a Dwarf Breeder’s wife

Not a light to be seen for miles around,
‘Cept ours of course – the usual round –
A yawn, a peck, a hint, oh heck
Why WON’T they change their habits,
I feel that I could wring his neck
If he doesn’t feed his rabbits.

Nocturnal feeders did you say?
Well, I’ve seen rabbits in the day,
Enjoying playing in the sun –
Until somebody shouts – ‘eh, mind that gun’.
I know they are such little dears,
In fact I’m growing rabbits’ ears.

Listening for the key in lock
Which tells me its past twelve o’clock,
Ah well, I think at last they’re fed,
Now we can sup and go to bed,
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo,
Some of them will HAVE to go.

By Mrs Fred Hague