On Easter Eve, all was swell:
son was nice, not raising hell.
My wife thought it would be neat
and got bunny slippers for my feet;
For my son, I bought a rabbit
and he swore to keep and feed it.
My wife and I kissed goodnight
and I shut off the bedside light.
Well, I guess my son forgot to lock
the cage, as the bun went hoppity-hop.
Up to our bedroom it did creep
and under the bed, it went to sleep.
The morning came, the sun did rise
and rubbing sleep from out my eyes
I thought that it would be a treat
to put new slippers on my feet.
Stifling again a mighty yawn
I leaned down and slipped one on;
I knew my foot didn't grow a bit
but the other slipper wouldn't fit.
Well, I was getting annoyed a bit
so I looked for why it wouldn't fit:
there was the rabbit on my foot
with a new size nine butt!
Alicat, the Persnikitty