(Jonathon Brandmeier)  Well it's hard to believe it's happening there  Farmers walking 'round with clubs in the air  Saying, "Hey bunny, bunny come out a your hole and I'll crush your skull."  Now the rabbits say,  "Johnny, it's always been the same  We would get up in the morning  Chew on the farmers' grain  Yeah, we never worried  We never felt pain of something sticking in our head  We should'a stayed in bed."  CHORUS  Why is the snow red  In Mudd Lake, Idaho?  They're huring little rabbits again  Don't ya know  It makes the farmers' garden grow  Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe  Well 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 away  When we chase them every Saturday."  Oh, what's the fuss?  They can't understand  They want them rabbits to get off their land  They want to, help 'em off  They want to, give 'em aa hand yeah  Across the neck  Oh, what the heck  CHORUS  Bunny, this isn't funny  You're costing farmers money  You flunked another E.P.T.  Another pregnancy  Oh no  the more babies you make  The more bunnies will die  You've got to knock it off  I know you can try  Attack Jimmy Carter  But stop multiplying  You got Bugs Bunny crying  Please stop dying  CHORUS  -------------------------------------