Here’s a story you can see true
It’s about a man with name like glue
Picked up a gun and ran around
Hunt every single rabbit down

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Hate hate
All the cwazy bunnies, hate hates
All the cwazy bunnies, hate hates
All the cwazy bunnies, hates

Chorus

Ah, a pop gun shooting corks right from the start
Shooting his gun and aiming for the heart
And listen people this statement is true
Will not use R but W

Look at hew lips and the smile on hew face
The touch of hew hand and the fuzzy embwace
Then a duck says what the heck’s wrong with you?
That’s the wabbit not a girl Sue

A hunting gal and a dog with a duck face
So gullible yes so easy it’s true
Another trick that duck had bitten you

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Wabbit ?duck? my head spins wound
Goat? or pigeon? It makes me frown
Mongoose? dirty skunk? No surprise
Feel like shooting both these guys

I will just play it save ask someone else who knows
Hunting I love and my love still gwows
I asked the wawden which one was twue, he said
It’s baseball season go on and shoo

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(Repeat last two verses and Chorus)