Hey Justin! Where is that old Elmer Fudd?
I thought he was shooting at rabbits?
I haven't seen *YOU* for a while, there, l'il bud,
no, not since you chased all those habits!
And I don't mean bad habits like smoking and such,
no, Justin, you know what I mean!
But maybe I shouldn't be telling that much,
the first Thyme at the 'stute that you're seen.
But, geez, little buddy, remember last year
when you lickety-split from the joint?
I guess Sister Mary had something to fear--
but no habits now? (Get the point?)
So you come to THIS 'stute after being released
from the convent on Madison Square...
Now you're talking like Fudd (guess your game hasn't ceased)
and you say you are chasing a hare?
You didn't think that I would recognize you...
did you, dear cousin, you nut!
I'll tell you a secret, pssst... it was your name
that made this case open and shut.
You couldn't fool me by talking like Fudd,
'Cause I don't fool easy, you see...
so, cousin of mine let me give you advice
to avoid all the 'stute misery.
Stay away from Nurse Cratchet, she's no nun, (soitenly)
and she'll chase you around with her broom.
And when all the 'Toons start invading the joint,
you'd be better off in your room!
You'll never catch rabbits in here, don'tcha know!
(And the guy who's called Bugs is insane).
So put down that broomstick you're calling a gun
and forget it! Your stews on the brain!
aka Leonardo DaVinci