My Rabbit

I’ve been packed into suitcases,
Stuffed into drawers,
I don’t think I can take anymore,
I’m battered and bruised,
And I’m tired and sore,
And I don’t think I can take anymore,
And I’ve bent back a nail on my left foremost paw!

Born in Manhattan,
I’m Yank through and through,
But now I’m not sure what I’m going to do,
‘Cos I’m heading down-under,
To the country of roos,
And crocodile dundees and old outback loos,

I’ll try not to be cynical, grumpy or mad,
And I’ll try to be modern, or as youngn’s say “rad”
But keeping my ears up’s a challenging task,
And I’m trying so hard but it just doesn’t last,
It’s really too hot, and there’s sweat on my noses,
And NOW someone tells me ‘bout myxomatosis!