Dream of tasty food

Oh, I dream, rabbit.
I dream of you and the tyger
Dancing around
In flames.

Yes, I dream, rabbit.
Of the pleasure I could get.

Why, I dream, rabbit.
Dream of you
and your tender flesh,
dream of everything
you’ve ever met
and of all the holes
you’ve burrowed into.

Don’t cry,
Don’t sink
For
The pain will go,
When you’re well
And done
And roasted
And eaten.

Finished on 05/05/2003