Oh, little bunny, I’m sorry your hurt
Come, little bunny, I’ll patch you all up
Mommy and daddy said not to go far
But this poor bunny has cuts so bizarre
 
Running fast through the trees, it’s hard to keep up
I’ve lost you sweet bunny, which way did you turn
The night now upon us, the moon will not rise
I’m sorry sweet bunny you’ve met your demise
 
The darkness creeps in
There’s a chill in the air
What path did I take, which way did I come
Panic now rising, my skin going numb
 
Hearing voices all around me, I’m frozen in place
The blackness is blinding there’s a scream from afar
Trying to run, there are hands on my skin
Beginning to scream, voice lost in the wind
 
I break from his grip and step into blackness
Trembling and running, the branches like razors
New gashes ripped open, my skin wet from blood
I cry as I trip and fall into mud
 
Are those bones I feel at the tips of my fingers
I hear howling now and a grasp at my ankles
There’s a pitter patter of feet in the woods
Bleeding and stuck, a feast for wolves
 
It seems the bunny and I have a few things in common
A feast for the wolves on Thanksgiving Day
The blood is now dripping, into my eyes
It looks as though I have met my demise