What's in the moat?

[Bunnylady]

Well, G-man's pipes haven't improved suffered during the break, have they? And I see that there are more moat denizens than I realized - the water is positively roiling on the far side of the moat.

Easy, fishy-friends. Gilbert and Sullivan may annoy, but it doesn't kill.

*humming*
I'm called little Bunny-one, dear little Bunny-one
Though I could never tell why
But still I'm called Bunny-one, poor little Bunny-one
Sweet little Bunny-one I

Though his sisters and his cousins that are reckoned by the dozens, his sisters and his cousins and his aunts - does that sound like anybody we know?

 

[gmendoza]

Humming:

I'm calling little Bunny-one, dear little Bunny-one
Jump into my Pie
But still I'm calling Bunny-one, poor little Bunny-one
So starving am I

 

[sourland]

-one, beware!

 

[gmendoza]

Here is the full version of my song:

I'm calling little Bunny-one, dear little Bunny-one
Jump right into my Pie
But still I'm calling Bunny-one, poor little Bunny-one
So starving and starving am I

I've moss and icky, and excellent prickly,
I've stalagmites, and waste, and hives;
I've roaches and lices to set off the faces
Of pretty young bunnies with chives.

I've flotsam and taffy, pulled from oubliette ratsy’s
Soft fur from something that flopped
I've vermin that died with a hide full of flies,
And something from the corner that dropped.

Then I’ll bake of you, Bunny-one — dear Little Bunny-one;
Gmen should never be shy;
So, bake you dear Bunny-one — poor Little Bunny-one;
Come, in the oven to fry!

 

[Bunnylady]

Though I walk the dungeons dark
Oh, this saucy Bun's a beauty
While others play and spark
I'm mindful of my duty
Though I'm labyrinth spawn
To the Kingdom drawn
So I live between the moats
But I'm quick to flee
No one eats me
Though he torture countless notes!

 

[gmendoza]

Thought I live in the dark oubliette
The gift of giving I did not get
There is no light, no spark of fire
Just screams of terror to awaken my ire
Footprints here, footprints there
Little ones everywhere
But the one that made them, that succulent hare
Where is she, the one so tasty fair
Can’t satisfy my hunger and loss
With a cave and caverns of moss
When bunny comes, this brick I will toss
And pour over her with this creamy orange sauce
O please let her be here, let her come
From the place above, from the overhead from
And when she does, its om nom nom!!

 

[sourland]

G-man, why not give Harvey a try?

lady and baby

are both under the Queen's protection.

 

[Babybunnies2000]

As I look around I see,
there is so much that we,
have to fear, and
the only thing I know,
is things don't always go,
the way we planned.
But I see, everyday,
that I'll ever run away,
when it seems that my pelt may become display.
I will run away and hide,
regardless of my brilliant pride.
I am more than my flesh,
why can't you see?

Oh gosh I am so bad at this

 

[Alaskan]

Good job baby

Come over here so I can give you a big pat on the back.

 

[Bunnylady]

That's ok, Baby

. Like a lot of things, it takes practice.

Ya done good!

We are strange, it is true
Some may even jump on you
Though most is done only in fun
It is there, plain to see
In this crazy family
We are more than we are
We are Bun!