Buds form in the woods
Be vewwy vewwy quiet
I'm hunting wabbits
Oh boy, wabbit twacks
Whaddya know? No more bullets
Summer mosquitoes
Be vewwy vewwy quiet
I'm hunting wabbits
Oh boy, wabbit twacks
Whaddya know? No more bullets
Summer mosquitoes
And who could fail to be impressed by the verbal pyrotechnics Fudd exhibits in this haiku:
Wild ducks migwating
There's something scwewy wound here
Locking and loading
There's something scwewy wound here
Locking and loading
All in all, an impressive collection. Highly recommended.
Knocked down on fwesh snow
That wabbit must have twicked me
Uh-hah-hah-hah-hah
That wabbit must have twicked me
Uh-hah-hah-hah-hah
Jim
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