Here comes the feisty rabbit, ready with a sniper of power, ready to fire, create a shower, one of red, one of death, best hope you find cover and do not lose your breath. Lest she see you taking your leave, lest she hoist her rifle, shoot like a breeze, the bullet goes fast, you do not, it's on your trail, fiery hot, clock of your life, continues to tick, not for long, you're not very quick, not too long now, you're not so strong now, and alas, the bullet goes deep, taken down, like a sheep.