Hear the squeaking of his voice

That cowardly little dink

Had a notion, made a choice

Now he’s dressed in bunny pink.

Oh, you wanna be courageous?

So you threaten from afar?

Your disease is so contagious

Now your hand’s stuck in the jar.

Your arrogance your master

Your hubris is to blame

Go sling your pompus plaster

While they laugh you into shame.

You’ll never have the mettle

To look me in the face

Cause you’re the bunny coward

Please leave without a trace.

Now take your scant perspective

Thy shame I do bestow

Your jabs most inneffective

Your ambience so faux.