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He’s not hollow,
He cannot melt,
He can hop like a jackrabbit,
Though he’s got no flesh or bone or pelt.
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Oh what a hand he was dealt,
The very first chocolate rabbit,
That one-hundred-thirty-five he is now,
Is not even felt.
Created on a whim,
In an old store-room,
He was a sight to behold,
And caused a new tradition to unfold.
When his campaign was done,
The evening of Easter, 1890,
As soon as the store was locked,
Away he hopped.
That chunk of chocolate,
Ran off like a rocket,
Before he could be melted or dumped,
And it so happens he ran through,
A patch of magic dust,
Blowing by on a gust.
And never was he ever,
Heard from again,
That is,
Not by men.
But when little bunnies say their prayers,
He is the angel,
God sends that way,
And gladly he watches over,
The little dears.
He is ever so big,
And lives in his own,
Hidden grove of figs,
Far from humans,
And their modern rigs.
There’s a hollow in a hill,
Under tree number four,
Covered with a green trap-door.
Carpeted steps lead down,
To a hardwood floor,
In a giant room,
Fitted just for him.
When he first ran away,
From that window front,
In P.A.,
This is where,
He chose to settle,
Hoping no one would find him,
And see fit to meddle.
What’s he been up to,
The last how many years?
Well he calms the fears,
That reach his ears,
From the above dears.
Then makes millions,
Of mini-mes,
In his factory,
Across the street,
Under tree number three,
Which he distributes to stores,
Shopped in by people,
Like you and me.
His brand is exceptionally fine,
And bought to be indulged in,
With fine whiskey or wine,
Oh! Look at the time!
Go and get you one,
Before it’s time to dine!
His life-size bunny plushies,
So many try,
To make their products as perfect,
But theirs all lack,
When compared to the ones made,
By this aristocrat.
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Only once,
Did someone think,
He was to eat,
When he was lounging under,
Tree number one,
To get some fresh air,
While avoiding the sun.
But they broke a tooth,
And on him,
Not a mark was left,
So they were forced to flee,
Without a chance,
Of committing the theft.
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