(Jonathon Brandmeier)Well it's hard to believe it's happening thereFarmers walking 'round with clubs in the airSaying, "Hey bunny, bunny come out a your hole and I'll crush your skull."Now the rabbits say,"Johnny, it's always been the sameWe would get up in the morningChew on the farmers' grainYeah, we never worriedWe never felt pain of something sticking in our headWe should'a stayed in bed."CHORUSWhy is the snow redIn Mudd Lake, Idaho?They're huring little rabbits againDon't ya knowIt makes the farmers' garden growHoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoeWell the farm boys say,"Hey this ain't no great time but we got the world's largest receding hare line.The rabbits keep backing awayWhen we chase them every Saturday."Oh, what's the fuss?They can't understandThey want them rabbits to get off their landThey want to, help 'em offThey want to, give 'em aa hand yeahAcross the neckOh, what the heckCHORUSBunny, this isn't funnyYou're costing farmers moneyYou flunked another E.P.T.Another pregnancyOh nothe more babies you makeThe more bunnies will dieYou've got to knock it offI know you can tryAttack Jimmy CarterBut stop multiplyingYou got Bugs Bunny cryingPlease stop dyingCHORUS-------------------------------------