Our vengeance will be terrible and unholy.
oh, you waskally wabbit!
Bunnies. A rollicking band of bunnies we,
Who, tired of tossing on the green,
Are trying their hand at a burglaree,
With weapons grim and gory.
Pharmy. Hush, hush! I hear them on the manor poaching,
With stealthy step the bunnies are approaching.
Chorus of Bunnies, resumed nearer. Bunnies. We are not coming for plate or gold –
A story General Pharmy’s told –
We seek a penalty fifty-fold,
For General Pharmy’s story.
Pharmy. They seek a penalty
Bunnies. Fifty-fold!
We seek a penalty
Pharmy. Fifty-fold!
Pharmy and Bunny Army They/We seek a penalty fifty-fold,
For General Pharmy’s story.
Pharmy. They come in force, with stealthy stride,
Our obvious course is now – to hide.
Pharmy and bird armyTarantara, tarantara!
Tarantara, tarantara!