You are succulent and round
you're the hare and I'm the hound
rumors have been circling 'round
that you've put on extra pounds

And my table now is set
there's a place reserved for one
you've got room to roam and run
I'm the one who holds the gun

Napkins, forks, and knives are out
I'll scoop some bites right on in
to my watering mouth a treat
soon well done you'll be indeed

Shiny utensils I own
separate the meat from bones
you're a veritable feast
thank you for the grub, bunny